Even though half the women I know shill residential real estate, I refuse to even contemplate it.
See, here's how it would be. I figured it out from checking out a friend of mine's listings.
The other agents would get the listings with the beautiful, gracious, traditional, formal rooms. Like this dining room:
I'd get the listings with the twenty year old master bathrooms slathered in garish tile, looking like something Darryl Hannah would have decorated in Wall Street. Like this:
I don't know what you're talking about, that bathroom is fantastic. All it needs is some of those giant red fuzzy rugs for the floor and maybe one for the toilet, and some of those glow in the dark soap dishes, it would be totally chic. ;)
ReplyDeleteBut you'd be so good at telling the prospective buyers to "just RIP IT OUT."
ReplyDeleteThat bathroom is bigger than most of the apartments I've seen in Chicago!
ReplyDeleteThat bathroom is bigger than my kitchen. At least I don't have to look at that tile everday.
ReplyDeleteThat bathroom is bigger than my house.
ReplyDeleteIt's also waaaaaay uglier, which explains why I'm not suffering from an overdose of covetousness.
I would have loved that. When I was 7 and in love with Donny Osmond and his purple socks. Now? Uh, no.
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