An email from a real-estate agent dropped into my inbox yesterday advertising new properties and inspection times for this weekend. It was the same story that I’ve been whinging about in earlier posts: very few advertised prices.
Normally, I won’t bother asking after a house if the agent is too stupid to divulge the price… but there was one that caught my eye and I made an exception.
The following email exchange took place.
Me: Hi there. What’s the price range of the Grand Parade property? Cheers
Dumb ass agent: Hi. This weekend will be the first open house. If you would like to discuss please ring me
Me: Thanks for that. I’d hate to come along and waste your time if it’s out of my price range. Can you give me a rough idea of what it falls in?
Dumb ass agent: Please send me your number and I will be happy to call you and discuss further
I drafted a response telling this woman how I sincerely hoped she would be hit by a slow moving van in coming days, but decided against it. Instead, I archived our correspondence and removed myself from her agency’s mailing list.
Let me make a few things clear:
- I don’t want to talk to you
- The only thing you need to do is tell me a rough price range. Seriously, a mentally challenged ape could do that much
- You are a dumb biatch
So, no sale for you - and no future marketing to someone who buys a property on average every 1.5 years. Not a bad afternoon’s work, lady.
