Yesterday, I got a handwritten envelope in the mail and these are often sickening religious crap. It was worse, a shit bird realtor asking if I was interested in selling my house of twenty-plus years to a client of his. Yeah…right. Given how small our house is and how much work it needs (as we’re putting into it), he’s probably looking to flip it or rent it out. I seriously doubt some Californicator or Brooklyn Trust Fund Baby wants it.
He stupidly put his phone number on the letter which I should put on the Internet so other middle class residents are warned about this vulture. I called it too. He answered and I told him, “Two million dollars,” and to tell his fellow realtors before they bug me. He should get the hint to screw off, leave us alone and his ilk can have our house with its awesome location over our dead bodies; funny, 10-20 years ago, the location was crap and considered “ghetto.” I really hope this stops the unsolicited phone calls and letters better than the crappy interest rates.