The ultimate dishonesty/deceptive REALTOR story that happened to me
I want to share the ultimate dishonesty/deceptive REALTOR story that happened to me about 30 years ago when I decided to sell my Burbank house. At the time—one real estate firm was dominating the marketplace in Los Angeles. Merill Lynch. From my window, I could see the 3 distinctive red and white signs on 3 different properties representing others selling their homes. I noticed that 2 of them had the same realtors listed (it was a team of 2 women) and I watched as those properties sold very quickly. Most of you know how the real estate game is played. Any realtor can sell any property listed and split the commission profit with the “listing agent.” The ultimate goal is to be the “listing agent” on as many properties as possible. If the “listing agent” sells the property themselves, they get to keep the entire profit themselves (which they share with their broker) and if another realtor sells the property, they automatically get to split with them just for being the “listing agent.” Sometimes there are questionable efforts made by realtors to try and get a listing—but many play by the rules. I decided to give any and all realtors the chance to sell the property and keep the entire profit for themselves. If that didn't work after one month, I would call the women who had been so successful in moving properties right from my own window view.
The open Internet (other than CompuServe and AOL) had not been invented yet, and so everybody in Los Angeles used a printed newspaper called the RECYCLER to do all the things that everybody would be eventually doing on Craigslist. I ran an ad stating that I want to give any realtor the chance to sell my property for a 30-day period. That I would not list with anybody during this time and they have the same opportunity as others to sell the house. I received dozens of phone calls from realtors. “I have the buyer for your property.” “Great!” I said. “Bring them by, let's make a deal and I have a lawyer all ready to close the transaction.” They never showed up. I remember one annoyingly aggressive fellow who called and demanded that I list with him. “I can sell your house right away!” I told him to do it then and then informed him that after 30 days, I would be listing with these two ladies at Merill Lynch. He demanded to know why. “Because I watched them sell 2 properties right from my window.” This wasn't good enough apparently. “How do you know they are capable of selling YOUR home?” Such BS became very routine in these phone calls.
Then I got a call from a local Burbank realtor. He was direct and to the point. “I have 2 clients who both want to buy your home. A couple and a single woman. I would like to bring the couple over first tonight to try and work out a deal.” “That would be fantastic” I said.
Later that night, a man somewhere between 65-75 arrived with a couple. The couple was young—probably about 23. They wanted to buy their first home. We all sat down for an hour holding discussions. Something nagged at me. The way the couple was casually dressed (America had not become a nation of total slobs yet), the way they spoke, their excessive enthusiasm for everything the realtor said, just made me wonder. They were going to go home and think about the terms and get back immediately.
Not a problem. The realtor had another woman lined up for the next night. The next night, a woman in her 40's, showed up with the realtor and we again sat down for an hour and discussed terms, prices, etc. She also was going to think about it and get right back.
The next day, the realtor called me.
“I need to come by and have you sign the listing agreement” he said. “What are you talking about?” I said.
“We need to formalize the listing arrangement.”
I reminded him that I was very clear about the manner in which I was trying to sell the house for 30 days.
“That's all right. We'll just sign it now and if 30 days goes by, then it will be listed with me.”
I reminded him that I clearly already stated that if there was no sale at the end of 30 days I am listing with the 2 ladies from Merill Lynch.
Not only did I never hear from him again, I guess the young couple and the lady must have all changed their minds.
A month later while shopping, I ran into the lady in Burbank.
“I thought you really wanted to buy the house” I said.
“Oh no,” she explained. “I'm just a friend of the realtor
and I was doing a favor for him.”
Apparently this guy, a licensed realtor, decided that if he put on a show by having some overly-eager people show up to pretend to want to buy the house, I would immediately list with him.
After 30 days, none of these other realtors showed up with their “buyers.” And I listed the house with the women at Merill Lynch.
The two ladies sold the house very quickly and I still can't believe that somebody would go out of their way to put on this charade. And think somebody would fall for it.
UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE
In 6 months I get Medicare. I could easily just say "Too Bad. Go Fight Your Own Health Care Battles." Fortunately--I was taught early on in a Rogers Park elementary school how to quickly do math in my head. My computations tell me that we are headed towards a situation where millions of people with pre-existing conditions will have a choice between paying for (health care + medications) OR (rent + food). UNACCEPTABLE for a developed nation. UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE for all Americans in 2020 when a Democratic administration will return and force unethical health care companies into the fidget-spinner making business.
STRANGE THINGS #9
STRANGE THINGS #9
I will be presenting a series of some odd, weird, bizarre, strange things that have happened in my life.
5 years ago I had a vivid nightmare that was not only frightening because of its storyline, but because of its visual form of presentation to me--and then the ultimate aftermath. Most of our dreams are revealed to us in the perceived form of video (like a live baseball game) as opposed to the unique contrast look of films and motion pictures. This dream was like no other I had ever had. It was Ultra High Definition 4K Video and as bright as can be. As a result, when I awoke from it, it was still as clear as can be. I had it on a Sunday night. On the west border of Burbank and North Hollywood on Magnolia Blvd. near Valley St., there is a strip mall. It has a 31 Flavors/Baskin Robbins and an insurance firm. I saw these as bright and clear as can be in the dream. I dreamed that just as I passed 31 Flavors, a 1970's multi-purple conversion van was coming up on me in the left lane. I was in the right lane. It suddenly came over into my lane, causing a horrific accident, sending my vehicle flying. That's when I woke up terrified. When is the last time that you have seen a 1970's conversion van anywhere at any time? It had been 20 years since I saw one, let alone an all purple themed one with a multitude of purple toned colors. I just dismissed this as bizarre and didn't think about it again. That is until Thursday of the same week. I was coming down Magnolia Blvd. in the exact same spot, saw the 31 Flavors and suddenly remembered, "I had a nightmare about being here a few days ago." I suddenly glanced at my left mirror. Coming up on my left side was a 1970's conversion van in all different shades of purple tones. "OH SHIT!" I thought and immediately pulled over to the right where some parking spaces were available as the van passed by. By now I was breathing hard, was shaking, and was totally freaked out. I just sat there for 10 minutes before I could regain the composure to continue on. A specific warning from another dimension? A coincidence too extraordinary? To this day I have never seen another 1970's conversion van--of any color or theme.
I will be presenting a series of some odd, weird, bizarre, strange things that have happened in my life.
5 years ago I had a vivid nightmare that was not only frightening because of its storyline, but because of its visual form of presentation to me--and then the ultimate aftermath. Most of our dreams are revealed to us in the perceived form of video (like a live baseball game) as opposed to the unique contrast look of films and motion pictures. This dream was like no other I had ever had. It was Ultra High Definition 4K Video and as bright as can be. As a result, when I awoke from it, it was still as clear as can be. I had it on a Sunday night. On the west border of Burbank and North Hollywood on Magnolia Blvd. near Valley St., there is a strip mall. It has a 31 Flavors/Baskin Robbins and an insurance firm. I saw these as bright and clear as can be in the dream. I dreamed that just as I passed 31 Flavors, a 1970's multi-purple conversion van was coming up on me in the left lane. I was in the right lane. It suddenly came over into my lane, causing a horrific accident, sending my vehicle flying. That's when I woke up terrified. When is the last time that you have seen a 1970's conversion van anywhere at any time? It had been 20 years since I saw one, let alone an all purple themed one with a multitude of purple toned colors. I just dismissed this as bizarre and didn't think about it again. That is until Thursday of the same week. I was coming down Magnolia Blvd. in the exact same spot, saw the 31 Flavors and suddenly remembered, "I had a nightmare about being here a few days ago." I suddenly glanced at my left mirror. Coming up on my left side was a 1970's conversion van in all different shades of purple tones. "OH SHIT!" I thought and immediately pulled over to the right where some parking spaces were available as the van passed by. By now I was breathing hard, was shaking, and was totally freaked out. I just sat there for 10 minutes before I could regain the composure to continue on. A specific warning from another dimension? A coincidence too extraordinary? To this day I have never seen another 1970's conversion van--of any color or theme.
June is "No Kardashian/Jenner" month in America
Dear Media--June is "No Kardashian/Jenner" month in America. For 30 days, we do not want to see or hear anything about anybody named Kardashian or Jenner. None of these people mean anything to us. They do not affect our lives in any manner. They do not advance our civilization in any way, shape or form. Please give us a one month reprieve. Thank You--300 Million + Americans.
I saw "The Shaggy Dog" in 1959 when I was 6 years old.
Like millions of baby boomers, I saw "The Shaggy Dog" in 1959 when I was 6 years old. I just decided to watch it again for the second time, remembering only that it was about a teenage boy who would turn into a sheep dog. What I realized this second time around is that this film introduced millions of children to occultism, black magic, sorcery, Egyptian supernatural concepts, mysticism and shape shifting. Yes, we've all heard the rumors over the years: Walt Disney, being a 33rd degree Mason, placed occult symbolism in all of his animated films. It is true that you can find quite a bit of this and hidden sexual things in Disney films. This must be considered. A 6-year-old in 1959 is very different than a 6-year-old today. With only 3 TV channels and the movie theater, children in 1959 took what they saw on the big screen and little screen very seriously. "The Twilight Zone" on TV was scary. Alfred Hitchcock movies were beyond frightening. A 6-year old today just laughs at this stuff now. I did not watch "The Shaggy Dog" again planning to prove the Disney 666 theory. The intention was just for fun. But as I watched it, it became apparent that it is INUNDATED with occult concepts and symbolism. And I realized that I like millions of baby boomers, received our first exposure and an early education in black magic and the occult courtesy of Disney.
YOU ARE MOST LIKELY AWARE OF THE FYRE FESTIVAL
YOU ARE MOST LIKELY AWARE OF THE FYRE FESTIVAL WHICH HAS BECOME THE NEW
JOKE ON THE INTERNET AFTER THOUSANDS OF COMPLAINING WEALTHY MILLENIALS
PAYING THOUSANDS FOR TICKETS FOR A BAHAMAS-STYLE COACHELLA--WERE INSTEAD
TREATED TO: FEMA-LIKE TENTS, NO SECURITY, NO TOP BANDS, QUISINE
CONSISTING OF A PIECE OF BREAD, SLICE OF CHEESE AND TINY BIT OF LETTUCE,
NOWHERE TO CHARGE THEIR PHONES, NO CLEAN WATER AND A COMPLETE LACK OF
THE AMENITIES THEY ARE ACCUSTOMED TO.
THE BIG QUESTION IS:
HOW WOULD THESE FOLKS HAVE SURVIVED WOODSTOCK?
THE BIG QUESTION IS:
HOW WOULD THESE FOLKS HAVE SURVIVED WOODSTOCK?
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