Pretty quiet around the office today - we have a bunch of people, including the broker (owner) on their get-it-done-before-school-starts family vacations. Out of 60 people there mightbe 15 here. Good for me, though. It means I get a big chunk of the calls.
However, some people just don't get it. I just had a call from a guy wanting to see "a couple of properties out in the country". Okay, so he gives me the list. Twenty two properties that map out to just over 230 miles total drive. Figure two days to see them all. Then when I asked the magic question - "When do you need to be moved into your new home?" It's a polite way to probe a potential buyer for their level of seriousness. His answer? "Oh, we're not going to buy right now, we just have some free time and want to look."
Gag.
Sometimes you want to reach through the phone and just slap people. This was one of those times. A whole tank of $3 gas and two days worth of my time just to satisfy their idle curiousity.
If anyone has a polite way to tell someone they are a retard, please let me know. I haven't come up with one. My response usually generates a pause, then a "click" on the other end of the line.
Brad
Wow, this brings back memories from a few years ago; we moved to Portland to escape the toilet that Los Angeles was slowly becoming. My Parents visited a couple of years later on a driving tour of the west coast; they were interested in finding someplace to move to when they retired.
They planned a twenty-day trip, with stops in Central CA, Northern CA, and here in Portland, (Or). I took a week off from work and we planned the grand tour of the metro area. We started in town, then moved out to the burbs , and then started to see some of the cute little towns on the fringe. Dont get me wrong, I love to sightsee and driving is a hobby when I have the time. Gas was only about a buck and a half and we had a new car with AC. The visit was pleasant, we made sure to leave early in the day and get home with plenty of time to stop at the store and cook a nice family meal on our return. Only one alcohol induced crying jag from Mom.
They did the same thing to my brother in Central CA, and a friend in Northern CA. You see, my parents go property shopping as a hobby. Theyve been doing it for forty years. They have never had any intention to buy anything; the excuses were endless. I did make a point of looking at all the areas of personal interest. Sadly, they missed an incredible buy on a house less than a quarter mile from mine. I grumbled about a hollow front door and that was all Dad needed to reject the house from the list of possible properties. (Wifey is actually happy about that. Go figure.) I offered to live in it if he bought it.
By the end of the week, Mom complained that all we had done was drive around in circles and not do anything. She couldnt wait to get home and I had to escort them to the I5 corridor from where we were living and wave them on the way.
They have done this four times to my brother in Central CA over the last twenty years but have only visited me once. Gee, I wonder why.
Mike
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