We met with the realtor at the title office yesterday for the multiple-tiple-tiple signatures required even before closing on the house, now tentatively scheduled for Tuesday.
The seller has yet to begin moving his stuff out of the house. We surreptitiously cruise the 'hood, furtively peering at the windows, hoping to see empty rooms. The two junker trucks, the abandoned ice chest, the corral with the forlorn, emaciated horses, all as they have always been. Any way in hell he can get out in five days, with Thanksgiving wedged into the middle?
Hey! Who says I can't write an attractive real estate ad?
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