Happy Friday.
Ah, Technorati. This one’s for you: DS3BTVAB69N6.
This might cross a line. Or bite me in the ass.
22 AprI wasn’t raised Catholic, but having been in real estate, I’m all too familiar with St. Joseph.
If you don’t know who he is then you’re either a) not Catholic or b) haven’t tried to sell a home.
Based on my sources, I understand he’s the patron saint of families and homes. And he has developed one awesome cottage industry for himself and the Church.
Mystery Solved: The case of the creepy owner
21 AprSo it looks like I’m one signature away from having my condo under contract. Woo-hoo! Let’s keep those fingers crossed.
This entire process has reminded me of my days as a realtor in DC, days that – previously – I had tried hard to forget. There’s no joy in remembering the 11pm phone calls from panicked clients, the conversations with shady agents, or the contentious settlements where people heatedly called the other party derogatory names.
However, in the midst of all these ugly stories, one bizarre anecdote re-surfaced that – at the time – I dubbed, “The Curious Case of the Missing Bathroom.” If you enjoy Sherlock Holmes mysteries (or better yet, an Encyclopedia Brown story), you’ll get a kick out of this…
Finish this headline:
21 Apr
…Including blow-up dolls and whores?
C’mon. Give us YOUR interpretation of this ad.
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