- May 18, 2001
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I just got a phone call from my wife. I may have reason to be concerned about a local real estate agent. It seems that they don't feel like the rules apply to them. Pity. After this afternoon, I'm quite sure they are having to take sedatives to calm their nerves, and quite frankly they deserve whatever they got at my house.
Let me rewind this story to a little over a week ago. My wife and I found a house in the country that we just had to have, so we bought it and put our house up for sale. We really need to sell our old house quickly and get the equity from it for the new house, so we specified to our real estate agent that we were going to be as flexible as possible to accommodate agents showing the house. The only stipulation we had was that someone needed to call us at least thirty minutes in advance. Our reasoning for this was that we wanted a few minutes advance warning to hide the skeletons, quit having barnyard sex, and to tidy up the house a little. Our agent agreed and was totally fine with that.
Apparently someone at her office didn't get the memo.
Someone over there decided that the rules didn't apply to them. Everybody knows someone like that - a person who thinks they can do whatever they want with no consequences whatever. This agent scheduled a showing today at 2pm, and they decided that the burden of calling one of us was just below their stature in life. Unfortunately, neither my wife or I are at home this afternoon.
The agent and their clients arrived at my house, put the key in the lock, and flung open the door. I can only imagine what happened next as they were confronted with 85 pounds of claws, teeth, and demonic fury.
Coda was home, and strongly disapproved of her nap being disturbed.
I would confidently say that we'll get an advance call the next time...
EDIT: Coda & the wife
Let me rewind this story to a little over a week ago. My wife and I found a house in the country that we just had to have, so we bought it and put our house up for sale. We really need to sell our old house quickly and get the equity from it for the new house, so we specified to our real estate agent that we were going to be as flexible as possible to accommodate agents showing the house. The only stipulation we had was that someone needed to call us at least thirty minutes in advance. Our reasoning for this was that we wanted a few minutes advance warning to hide the skeletons, quit having barnyard sex, and to tidy up the house a little. Our agent agreed and was totally fine with that.
Apparently someone at her office didn't get the memo.
Someone over there decided that the rules didn't apply to them. Everybody knows someone like that - a person who thinks they can do whatever they want with no consequences whatever. This agent scheduled a showing today at 2pm, and they decided that the burden of calling one of us was just below their stature in life. Unfortunately, neither my wife or I are at home this afternoon.
The agent and their clients arrived at my house, put the key in the lock, and flung open the door. I can only imagine what happened next as they were confronted with 85 pounds of claws, teeth, and demonic fury.
Coda was home, and strongly disapproved of her nap being disturbed.
I would confidently say that we'll get an advance call the next time...
EDIT: Coda & the wife
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