i revisited that one apartment last night -- the one i detailed
here. this time, i went with my pop, cuz he's a lot smarter and more objective than myself.
i still really liked the joint, but i'm no closer to getting it -- mostly cuz of the assholian artistry of the realtor. he's adamant about the seller already rejecting two ridiculously high offers, that if they actually existed, the seller would be retarded to reject. thus, his plan is to make me think i have to offer more.
but i dont wanna.
why he wouldn't just recommend the other two "bidders" to pay the few extra thousand, i dunno.
my offer is like 50,000 off, so i dunno why he'd think i'm closer to it than they are. ... that is, if they existed.
jerk nuts.
anyway, it was fun to see it with my pop, and then afterward, we just hung out and watched the yankee game in my apartment, whilst dining on the finest cheesesteaks that jake had to offer.
and the yanks won! hizzah, says i. hizzah.
