We looked at 14 houses and townhouses tonight, trying to find ones that weren't shitty, but were within the meager budget our loan lady set for us. Four were in the same complex that Strongmad's girlfriend used to live in, back before she quit her job, moved in, and became his personal love slave.
One of the four was $70,000 cheaper than its neighbor, also for sale. Both were end units with the same square footage and layout. As we sat there in the car, gawking, an Indian woman came out of the expensive place and tried to convince us to come inside, desperation coming through strong. "We're having an open house, you didn't come for us?!"
Man. It's a fucked up dynamic going on with condos. Everybody's got the same unit and there's always five or six for sale right next to each other. That's a terrible situation for a seller. There's nothing to compete on except price. Or, I don't know, nice carpet or something. But for $70,000 extra, that carpet had better make me dinner and suck me off afterwards -- and not just on special occasions, like every night!
I'm tired.
One of the four was $70,000 cheaper than its neighbor, also for sale. Both were end units with the same square footage and layout. As we sat there in the car, gawking, an Indian woman came out of the expensive place and tried to convince us to come inside, desperation coming through strong. "We're having an open house, you didn't come for us?!"
Man. It's a fucked up dynamic going on with condos. Everybody's got the same unit and there's always five or six for sale right next to each other. That's a terrible situation for a seller. There's nothing to compete on except price. Or, I don't know, nice carpet or something. But for $70,000 extra, that carpet had better make me dinner and suck me off afterwards -- and not just on special occasions, like every night!
I'm tired.
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Do people still have pocketbooks?
Coming on Saturday?? PLEASE?