I went to an open house once and noted how the agent was possibly the world’s biggest douche. He pulled up in his BMW about 10 minutes late and swanned to the front door without acknowledging anyone who was standing around outside.
“Come on, folks! I’ve got another appointment after this so we’ll have to be quick!”
Yes, I’m serious. He was arrogant, short and full of attitude.
About two weeks later I was out in the Valley and saw the very same guy on all fours spewing into the gutter outside Press Club at about 10.30pm on a Thursday. I was acorss the road farewelling a friend after dinner.
It was hilarious.
