How Could It Be Wrong
The listing agent totally freaked out because I hired the wrong inspector. “I’ve been doing this 23 years.” Oh brother. Here we go again. “He’s a lunatic.” Well, I don’t exactly like the guy either. “I’ve watched his mind deteriorate over the years.” Uh-oh. A little arrogant? Sure. Crazy? Nah.
I’m not looking for the guy that won’t find anything. Or the one who will help keep the deal together. “I hire Abacus Inspections; they never find anything.” Ever heard that one?
Then she says, “He always finds stuff.” Uh. Yeah. I want him to find stuff.
When It Feels So Right
FYI: This house is in a pocket where it’ll likely sell in two weeks, multiple offers, over asking. And it’s priced right.
She says the sellers are living in a hotel. They wrote an offer on another house. And the wife just quit her job. What am I supposed to do with all that? Beat the crap out of her – through negotiation, of course.
I realize she needs a paycheck- everybody needs a paycheck – but geeze you don’t have to throw the sellers under the bus to get one.