I have a hilarious buyer’s agent story.
My wife’s sister has been single her entire life—and she has zero street smarts.
She hired her hairdresser as a buyer’s agent.
She ended up buying a house where her vehicle could not fit in the garage (no measurements needed for these ladies :-) ) and at the busiest intersection in the entire metro area during rush hour (no checking traffic during rush hour for these geniuses :-) ).
The last time we visited you could hear the drivers yelling curses at each other outside even with the windows closed.
Shortly after that the basement flooded from a two inch rainstorm (no checking of drainage system for these ladies :-) ).
Then she got into a dispute over the property line with her neighbor (survery, what is that?) and they didn’t speak any English.
She knew I worked in commercial real estate lending but did not ask me for any advice, and I did not say a word....
there is a Murphy’s Laws of RE poster I saw 1-5 years ago.
One rule. Someone in your family will buy a house without coming to you.
You’re story might make a rom-com
“ She knew I worked in commercial real estate lending but did not ask me for any advice, and I did not say a word....”
Wow.