Monday, June 18, 2012

fickle fucking women

Please explain to me how someone can come over to look at your house on a public holiday, spend ages going up and down the stairs, stand in the lounge deciding where she is going to put her furniture, say repeatedly how crazy she is about the house, how much she LOVEs the house, how she can’t wait to move in ... blah blah ... drag her husband backwards and forwards, up and down the stairs, child in tow, in and out of the kitchen ... oohing and aahing, then stand there in the dining room and go over where they are going to put all their stuff .... Keep saying thank you for letting them look at the house ... practically curtsy to you as they go out the door 
Agent comes in and gives you a wink ... 'thumbs up' ... will give you a call in the morning, they are DEFINITELY interested in your house!   

Then the bird goes down the road and fifteen seconds later has changed her mind. 
Wha?
 Even though her husband wants to buy the house and says over and over it’s the best value for money and has everything they want. Even though she's just spent the best part of an hour salivating over the house and basically told everyone in sight that she wants it, with her body language, vocalisations, expressions, everything ...  all i have to say this morning is:   

Are you so fucking FICKLE?  Do you enjoy torturing the living hell out of people?  Do you get your rocks off doing this on a weekly basis?  I give up, seriously, i fucking have had it.

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