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Into Deep Water
Feb. 7th, 2006 08:18 pmI rang the estate agents on Monday, and made an appointment with one of them to meet at the office and she’d take me round to some of the flats and lofts that they have on their listings.
I show up on time the next day and meet Sheila Morgan. She’d run a search of properties that I might like to look at. I’d told her on the phone that I wanted at least three bedrooms, didn’t much care about the bathrooms and no yard. Don’t want to fuck with it right now, have enough on my plate. I go over the list and eliminate a few, then we leave in her car. Part of the service, we use up her petrol on this hunt, not mine.
There’s a few lofts down by the inner harbor, nice enough, but somehow they don’t appeal. And we look at a couple of semi-detached in a retirement community where they take care of your yard for you.
I wink at her. “Don’t put me out to pasture, yet. Still got a few good years in me.”
She laughs, saying that it was just an option she thought she’d show me. We’re flirting mildly, nothing to it cause she's wearing rings, but she’s selling and I’m selling and a little give and take makes the whole process go easier.
“I have another property, but it’s a house, don’t know if it’s more than what you’re looking for, but there’s no yard, according to the listing.”
( another blackout . . . )
I show up on time the next day and meet Sheila Morgan. She’d run a search of properties that I might like to look at. I’d told her on the phone that I wanted at least three bedrooms, didn’t much care about the bathrooms and no yard. Don’t want to fuck with it right now, have enough on my plate. I go over the list and eliminate a few, then we leave in her car. Part of the service, we use up her petrol on this hunt, not mine.
There’s a few lofts down by the inner harbor, nice enough, but somehow they don’t appeal. And we look at a couple of semi-detached in a retirement community where they take care of your yard for you.
I wink at her. “Don’t put me out to pasture, yet. Still got a few good years in me.”
She laughs, saying that it was just an option she thought she’d show me. We’re flirting mildly, nothing to it cause she's wearing rings, but she’s selling and I’m selling and a little give and take makes the whole process go easier.
“I have another property, but it’s a house, don’t know if it’s more than what you’re looking for, but there’s no yard, according to the listing.”
( another blackout . . . )
