Moron Monday

So I go to see a new listing today on tour. It's an immaculate 100+ year old home in one of the most exclusive areas in the country. Original, hand nailed, inlaid floors, elaborate mosaic tile, stained glass, everything, the works.

Now I don't know how you do it, but in a home like this, the shoes are either off or in those booties that are impossible to get on and off. The carpet in the entryway cost more than my college tuition.

Right about here in the story is why I started this blog. Some Helmet-Haired old lady comes careening through the place hauling her enormous ass that hasn't been seen by a man in the last 250 years, and in her hand is a giant steaming cup of carmel-mocha-non-removable stain causing stupidity. Are you serious? It's no wonder you haven't sold anything in the last eighteen months.

You win the very first Monday Moron Award. Congratulations Triceratops.

Now for my Mesozoic Segue...

Needless to say, this brings out every agent who hasn't made a sale two years. They love to get all bitter about how things used to be, don't they? All the dinosaurs put on their Dr. Scholls and come out to pout.

You gotta love it when the younger agents actually make progress in their careers and Mrs. I-Still-Have-a-Rotary-Phone-at-Home gets all bent out of shape because somebody else's marketing plan included more than four bad pictures and that internet thing.

Hey! The days of putting a sign in the lawn and unlocking a door are over. You hear that noise? That's the meteor signaling the end of an epoch.

The rise of intelligent mammals is inevitable.

-CONTRACT PENDING