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― blueski, Thursday, 17 May 2007 22:08 (nineteen years ago)
I don't understand why estate agents would book a viewing time and then... not show up. Not even a phone call to say 'we're going to be late' or 'someone else has put an offer in'. Just, nothing. Nothing but me looking like a creep standing outside a property for half an hour. Not once, but twice. Don't they want my money?
I HATE HOUSEHUNTING. Is there some kind of secret listing of private landlords with places for rent I should know about so I can avoid estate agent scum for the rest of my London-based life? This just makes me desperate to be back in Canada, where letting agents don't exist.
― salsa shark, Friday, 9 October 2009 17:33 (sixteen years ago)
I'm trying to force myself out the door to go deliver an offer on a house to the seller's agent. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
― kingkongvsgodzilla, Friday, 9 October 2009 17:53 (sixteen years ago)
I knew a letting agent. She had a special key made for keying cars in parking spaces she coveted. She loved to fire off an air horn at 3 am from just behind your bed. Once, she bastinadoed a whooping crane. Truly an evil bitch.
― Aimless, Friday, 9 October 2009 17:54 (sixteen years ago)