One of the things that makes AZ so great is the nice people…don’t knock it until you go to Ohio. Last weekend my hubby had to travel to Ohio to check on the Victorian I’d bought and he wanted to see a property I’d brought home a flyer for in Mansfield, Ohio. He’s always thought he wanted to return to his old stomping grounds and Tiff and I really liked the area.
However, we need a really big house. This one is too small with only three bedrooms and 2,200 square feet. Our house is nice, but it’s the land which draws people. View lots are selling for over $150,000+ an acre around here. In theory, and if we ever put up a sign or listed it again, we could sell the extra land to pay for the house and garage on the remaining acre. As those who know, we haven’t had a problem selling this place…we have a problem selling to people who can arrange the financing or sell their own first. We don’t have a sign up and people are still calling.
What attracted me to a couple of houses in Mansfield was the third floor which could be another large bedroom. Plus, they were very reasonably priced and could be a second summer home if we didn’t sell this property. I recently sold Mom’s farm in Marion, Ohio and I want to be close to the Victorian I bought for Tiff, to work on it.
Anyway, I called a realtor to see if my husband could view the house on Sunday while he was there. I’ve never spoken to such a rude realtor! The man was horrid! But he didn’t get this way until almost the end of our conversation when he asked if I planned to live there. I don’t know if it will be our main residence…so I didn’t answer with an affirmative. The guy went off on me like you wouldn’t believe. He accused me of wanting to see the house because I have a house in the area to sell.
My husband, who was sitting next to me and could hear the conversation, told me to forget it…we could find someone who wasn’t a nut. So when I told this million dollar producer with a mullet, we could call someone else if he had a problem with us…he settled down and only mildly insulted me. And I didn’t even mention his mullet!
He assured me he’d be there to show my husband the house. I bet you know where this is going. The jerk didn’t show up and didn’t call. When my husband called him to ask where he was…he accused my husband of not answering his phone. Yeah right, who do you believe? The man who traveled two thousand miles and took time to drive a rental car in the cold rain to see this house for his wife…or the realtor who had a bad attitude from the get go.
My husband then called another realtor who said he’d contact the mean and probably evil realtor and ask if he could show it. He was turned down…by Mr. Mullet. He said the owners didn’t want to show their house to anyone so rude he wouldn’t even return a phone call. My poor husband had a bruised heart over this false accusation. Not only did Mullet Man not show up for an appointment, he probably didn’t copy down the right number, because he sure didn’t call my DH. I checked my cell…I, on the other hand, am perfectly capable of missing calls. I do it all the time when I’m in the zone, writing my latest story. Alas, no missed calls on my cell either.
Is there anything more frustrating than being wrongly accused?
The second realtor said he’d heard rumors about what a jerk The Mullet could be. Oh well, live and learn.
I feel sorry for the people trying to sell their lovely home in a depressed market. I’m sure they don’t have a clue their best interests are not being served. I liked that particular street because of the park straight across from the homes. It’s a lovely park and I could imagine sitting in a window facing it and writing. As other authors will attest…it’s all about the writing.
Anyway, DH met a nice woman with a home for-sale-by-owner on the same street. She invited him inside and he really liked the home and the woman… He also picked up several books we’ve been pouring over, but I want to stay within our budget if the house in Mansfield is a summer home. My critique partners are probably cringing if they read this since I’ve been in Ohio more than I’ve been here the last two years.
I’m sending the link to this post to the realty where the jerk works, but nothing will come of it. I thought about naming the realty company, but there are honest, hard working people there who do not deserve to be slighted because of this guy. As a side note…I didn’t know I’d called a big shot, I had a flyer in my hand and hope in my heart that I’d found a place to escape the brutal summers here. If not for Tiff’s cancer, we would still be in Ohio. I needed to be close to my DH…
I changed the amount per acre after looking at a flyer across the street from us…they want $169,000 for a single acre and it’s not nearly as nice and right along the road, whereas we’re the last house at the end of a dirt road and on the mountain. The acre-and-a-half lot we can sell is higher up the mountain and already has a level spot…
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