During the
great market crash of 2010, I was looking to buy a pre-foreclosure waterfront
home in North Palm Beach, Florida. I
met the Palm Beach Realtor at the house he knocked on the door prior to entering.
A German
Shepard was on the other side barking really loud and he sounded viscous. I love dogs, but this one was seriously mad. The agent kept screaming the dog’s name and
telling him to “go to his room.” After
about 5 minutes of screaming and barking it got quiet and Realtor said it was
OK to go in.
When we got
to the master bedroom, the agent walked in and came back out quickly. He said it was OK to look at the master, “just
do it quietly because the tenants are asleep.”
No joke, there was a couple in bed that didn’t wake up from all the
noise. He said they party a lot and didn't seem surprised. Really?
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