No spring chickens ’round here, I’ve been doing okay keeping my mind more or less young but the old bod is right in step with the number of its days. So driving 1000 miles over 2 days is kinda enervating, and then finding that my motel of choice at the end of the trip has shut down and the only one left is The Bates Hotel, pretty much, and I’m ready for something right to happen.
I’m talking about the trip I took to California to buy a new home. So. The next day after escaping the Motel From Hell without any visible parasites, I found that all the real estate offices in that little town had closed because everyone was off to some local yearly shindig, which meant I had to drive over an hour away to another town to find a motel where they changed the sheets after each customer.
Then it was back to my little town of choice the following day and finally hooking up with a realtor, a Century 21 realtor, in fact. I explained that I’d come 1000 miles, I’m visibly OLD, and I needed to find a place to buy right off. So this gal took me around to what she said were all the available listings in the area. I did notice that they were all Century 21 listings and asked her if there were any others, and she said “No”. I took her word for it. I shouldn’t have.
Anyway, I made an offer on a foreclosure property that really was the only one that fit both my budget and my needs, but today found out that the bank owning it had accepted someone else’s offer instead.
Meanwhile, having made the 2-day drive back home, I searched around on Google and found 7 more places that could have been good but 4 sold after I’d left California and 2 others were pending sale. Leaving one. She never showed me any of them and chances are good that I would have a new place now if she had. The one still unsold is the only Century 21 listing of the 7, yet she never showed me that either.
After telling her on the phone and again in an email that half a commission is better than none, and that at my age I drove 2000 miles over 4 days and spent $1800 doing it and she only showed me her own offices listings, she finally took the hint and offered a weak apology.
What do you do when people that you should be able to trust to treat you right and do you right turn out to be thoughtless, selfish, inconsiderate sons of bitches? I’ve never known an honest lawyer, and real estate salespeople come in a close second for being scumsuckers. Used car salesmen used to bear that onus but compared to real estate people, they look like shining paragons of virtue. When I realized, after driving all the way back home again, what could have been shown to me but wasn’t, I was highly pissed off.
I still am.