A tale from the real estate office

[Frantic Freddie]

A nicely dressed older gentleman & a young lady I assumed to be his grandaughter (early 20s,too young to be a daughter) come in the office & since I'm on floor,I say the usual "How are y'all doin' today? What can I do for you folks?"

Older Gentleman "I want a list of everything for sale around here"

Not an unusual request,but certainly a dumb one,at the time there was about 400listings,residential,commercial & land

Me: "Well sir,if you could give me some idea of what you're looking for we can narrow it down as there's so many"

OG in a really nasty tone now "I wouldn't give you $.02 for any of this crap!"

Me "Well sir,we have many fine properties in the area,perhaps we can sit down & discuss..."

OG (yelling now) "You're as bad as Bush!!! You can all go fuck yourselves!!! You're ruining this country!!!"

Me "Uh..." (of course I'm thinking "What the hell does that have to do with real estate???)

By this time the young lady was pulling him rather forcefully out of the office,he's still yelling,I'm standing there with a WTF expression on my face,my broker comes up & asks "What the hell was that all about?"
"I have no idea..."

[evillebee]

Unfortunately, you were there when his meds wore off. Sorry you had to witness that. I'm glad he had his grandaughter there with him, poor girl.

[chainedbarista]

maybe she was his caretaker and an unfortunate one at that.

[MoonCat]

Makes me wonder what he was going to do with the list if he had gotten it. Roll it up and smoke it? Open his own real estate office? Whip out a credit card and yell, "I'll take all of 'em!" ?

[protege]

Roll it up and smoke it?

Sound like he'd *already* been smoking something. Crack doesn't smoke itself, folks

[bainsidhe]

Maybe he's one of those guys where asking a question = questioning his authority/experience/manhood. Had enough of those types when I worked retail.