A Young Widower's Tale
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House hunting, dishonest people, and Aidan's right hand Marathon Girl and I have started long process of house hunting. We’re hoping by the time our lease expires in October we’ll find a house we want to live in. So far it’s gotten off to a rocky start. Marathon Girl’s sister, who I’ll call Debbie, called us up the other day and told us about a house in her neighborhood that we might be interested in. We called the realtor and asked him some questions about the house including the price. He told us the price of the house which happened to be right at the top of our price range. We talked about it and decided to go check out the house anyway. As we’re looking around the house and thinking that there’s no way this house can be selling for what he said we inquire about the price again. This time he quotes us a much higher price. I guess the realtor was hoping that we’d fall in love with the house. Then he goes on to tell us that the house is a steal if we really want it, we have to make an offer within 24 hours because there’s another couple that’s going to make an offer too. Sorry punk. Don’t try to create a sense of urgency with me. That selling tactic may work when it comes to selling cars or other products but it doesn’t work when it comes to homes. The last thing I want to do is to be rushed into something that may require a 30-year commitment to pay off. Then yesterday we receive a call from a mortgage lender and said he could help us with the financing etc. Marathon Girl and I were leaning about using the same person that helped Debbie and her husband because he did a really good job with them. We knew that he had our name and number so Marathon Girl asked him if he was the same person that did the loan for her sister. He said that he was. Later that day Marathon Girl called Debbie and said that she had been in contact with her loan officer. Debbie said that wasn’t the person that helped her. So when he called back the next day to make an appointment, I made sure I was the one to answer the phone. The loan officer cheerfully asked when we wanted to come in and talk with him. “Actually, we’re going elsewhere,” I said. “Well we’re really competitive when it comes to rates and fees –“ he started to say. “It has nothing to do with your pricing,” I said. “It has to do with your honesty.” “I don’t understand –“ “Yesterday you told my wife that you did her sister’s loan. Her sister never heard of you.” “W-well I process so many loans the name sounded familiar,” he sputtered. “Then that’s what you should have told us,” I said. “To get a loan, I’m going to have to give you a lot of financial information. I don’t want someone I can’t trust knowing how much I money I make, my social security number, and just about everything else about me.” There’s another moment of silence. “Well we can make it up to you by discounting some points –“ “To late,” I said hanging up the phone. The lack of honesty we’ve encountered is really disturbing. I’m sure there are honest people out there but it really makes me wary. I’m hoping we can find some honest people before we get too far into this. *** Aidan can hold a rattle in his hand and shake it but don’t think he really understands what he’s doing. He likes the noise the rattle makes but doesn’t understand that he’s the one making it. Still, you put a rattle in his hand and it keeps him entertained for quite awhile. Unfortunately it looks like Aidan’s going to be right handed. I was really hoping for a lefty, like myself. I’m have hope though. I keep trying to put the rattle in his left hand even though he can’t hold it as well. When he starts sucking on his right hand, I replace it with his left. It doesn’t seem to have much effect. He still prefers his right hand. ~sighs~ You Can Now Purchase Room for Two - 2007-08-31 |
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