Real estate agents are sort of a necessary evil when it comes to house hunting; they do much of the grunt work for you and they are the ones that get you in to see that oh so elusive "fabulous" property. Honestly, without them the only way you can get to see a house is if it's an open house or it's an fsbo (for sale by owner - for those not in the know). They take an inventory of your likes and dislikes, of your requirements and your nice to haves. But do they really listen to you...do they have your best interest at heart? Sometime I think that real estate agents are one step about used car salesmen (again, no disrespect meant if you are one, I'm just saying is all).
Oh sure- that house is lovely, it only needs 10-20K worth of work, or whats a few termites between friends? So what if you can't close the bathroom door...think of the bright side, that nice $8,000 tax credit you're going to get. The smell of dog pee...pish tosh- throw a fan or two in and it will be gone in a year or two.
At what point can you say, okay I'm done listening to your nonsense? How many tens of dozens of horror shows do you view before throwing in the towel? I wish I could figure it out.
I know that legally real estate agents aren't allowed to say things about the community, or neighborhood or the state of the house, but how about a little common decency. Say to me," you know- I don't like how this is", something to let me know that you are paying attention. I know that we can't go into a house and scream when we see something hideous, but at least pick up a cue once in a while. I feel like that Edvard Munsch picture "The Scream". If you don't recognize the name of it, google it- when you see it, you'll know instantly what I mean.
All I can say is...for right now...thank goodness for M&M's ...
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