Real estate craziness
I was sitting at a roadside lunch establishment south of Porto Nuevo, blissfully minding my own business when....
A police cruiser drove slowly by and a woman burst from a nearby real estate office screaming. The people in the real estate office had stolen papers from her, she proclaimed loudly. A man came out of the office and denied her assertions. "He's lying!!" she said frantically. A heated argument ensued, and two policemen went inside and searched the office for the missing papers. It was apparently determined that the lady had misplaced them in her car. She got in her car and drove off.
The proprietor of the cafe showed up with the order and my wife, the cook, and a real estate agent from the office discussed the situation. "The woman is crazy." the agent muttered. "What happened that got her so upset?" asked the cook. We turned to the agent, and she told us that it was all a misunderstanding.
The cook was unconvinced, as the agent made small talk and eventually went back into the office.
Since I am not very good at reading tea leaves, I can't be sure what precipitated this ugly little scene. The lady who did all the yelling apparently wasn't wired tightly. The real estate office involved has a reputation locally for sleazy business practices. The agent's off the cuff remarks seemed disingenuous.
The policemen, who answered the lady's call for help, handled the issue professionally and apparently this issue is resolved. But hey, what is up with all the fuss?
Apparently you have to choose your real estate agent as wisely as you would choose your friends.
sábado, septiembre 11, 2004
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