Here’s a joke for you.
What do you call 100 lawyers at the bottom of the ocean?
(I sweat this joke is 20 years old and I don’t mean any offense. It’s just a reference for the next joke.)
A: A bloody good start…
The 90’s! They were rough right? I think today the joke should be…
Q: What do you call 100 Real Estate Agents at the bottom of the ocean?
You get my point now, don’t you?
Looking for a new rental property can be brutal. A tenant seems to give notice and the Real Estate advertises it straight away. I get that it’s their job to keep rent coming in for their landlords, but….
The outgoing tenant hasn’t really looked around at their options. I can’t see it until closer to it being available and then there’s a ten-minute open for inspection, where 15-20 other people are there also.
I often email the agent to say, are their any stairs? I can do about four steps with a handrail, that’s my limit.
I have been to see a property, it’s cheaper than what I’m currently paying and smaller and not further away from my comfort zone.
There’s no washing machine taps in the bathroom. There is a shower over a bath. Yes, I did ask. The property is way too small. As I walk out, the property manager is standing there at the bottom of the steps to more flats upstairs and she’s telling everyone as they have a communal laundry up the stairs. Sometimes I think there should be a charge for my time and them wasting it.
I found a property online, seriously late last night, OK technically this morning. I received an email stating the property had been leased.