I found a wonderful house for Jeff and I to live in yesterday. I am thoroughly in love with it. Everything about it. It's like Jeff, reincarnated in house form. Not a thing to dislike. Not wanting this house to slip away, because, again, like Jeff, I knew it would be highly desirable, I put in to get the house right away.
Well, the great news is we got it. It's beautiful. There is plenty of room, everything is redone, there's two porches, and a nice yard to toss the ball to Shea. But, the absolute kicker, there is a basketball hoop attached to the garage. The house could have been completely dilapidated and ant infested, the basketball hoop still could have sold it. Lucky for us the house is awesome too.
Going into today, I felt good knowing we have a great place to live. I have been traveling around the greater Cleveland area looking for the perfect place and scheduling appointments to see different houses. Some appointments were scheduled ahead of time and I had one scheduled for today. The guy who was going to be showing me the house had gone through a few hassles to get the appointment. I felt bad. I also had to make sure everything was set with the house we got, so I didn't know for certain until after noon today. With the appointment set for 2:00 p.m., I felt that it was unfair to give such short notice that I wouldn't be coming to see the house. Especially since this guy endured a few extra hassles in setting up the appointment. Like I said, I felt bad.
I decided I would go, see the house, and really use it to compare on what a great deal we got. I know how to act interested, plus I like looking at houses, so I would be interested anyways. I thought it was the right thing to do, rather than put him out a few minutes before the actual showing. So, with my decision intact, I headed over to see the house at 2:00. Here, a funny thing happened.
I rang the doorbell, as there was a truck in the driveway. A meek, "one second," came from around the corner. I thought it was odd, but waited patiently. Then, a half asleep young man came to the door, apologizing as I had awakened him from a nap. I thought this was really odd. I didn't realize real estate people took naps at the homes they were going to show. Eventually it came out that this was the guy who was currently living in the house. He was happy to show me the place, which was cute, but definitely not as good as the place we got.
Then, he proceeded to inform me that the agent was at the house at 11:00 a.m. cursing me out for being a "no show." What? I couldn't fathom it. I had it written down as 2:00. It irked me as we were walking around the house, holding small talk. I felt horribly. Then it hit me, he called and changed the time. It really was 11. I f*#%ed it up. I usually don't do that. I am very good with times and dates. I thanked Mr. Nap Time for the tour and left.
All I wanted to do was show respect for this man's time, by showing up at the time I had scheduled, because I could not cancel the appointment in sufficient time. I tried to do the right thing and screwed it up even worse. I told you I'm an idiot!
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