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Cheating On Our Real-Estate Agent
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We've finally decided to call up that real estate agent, the dreamed-up one with the grey-brown hair and the fey smile, but even while the phone rings, a green icon shows up on our computer screen to indicate that the last property on the market we could have afforded has gone off the market.
But she picks up the phone eventually, and tells us not to worry -- that property she'd wanted us to see is unofficially available. Seems the buyers sort of dropped off the face of the earth just now, much to the annoyance of the sellers, and we'll have a chance to grab it up before anyone's the wiser.
Mr. Right and I have been staying at my father's brother's house, and the property we're going to look at is on the lot abutting my uncle's lot. Though their addresses are on different streets, their back yards meet in the middle of the block. So we walk invited through a dreamed-up gate in the fence and check out the condo.
Well, it's not a condo. It's a trailer, which probably wouldn't be allowed on that property due to waking-life zoning laws. We go in... and it's huge! Beautifully carpeted in autumn tones, equipped with a basement where the master bedroom and bath hang out, a monstrous bathtub, an alcove in the living room where several arcade games entertain the children, so much space that this family of four hasn't quite filled it up! And they are very anxious to move. Visions of where to put the piano are dancing through my head.
As soon as we're out of earshot again, the fey agent asks us whether we want to place an offer. Yes, yes, yes!
And then I remember we're already under contract with another agent, on a condo in a different part of town. Have we broken that contract? Are we cheating on her? I wake up all in a worry.
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