There was a condo listing in the local paper. The listing was vague, but I was familiar with the neighborhood already. I knew it would more than likely be big enough and so I called the agent to arrange for a viewing. His voice was big and friendly and I thought that FINALLY I would be able to move.
And then it happened: I told the guy I’m a single mom with 3 kids.
The change in his tone of voice was immediate. He went from telling me about the fabulous neighborhood and how UN-lived in this condo was to telling me that he would be out of the office for a week, a month, a year who CARES because I’m SO not selling this condo to YOU you low-income parasite.
(Okay, so maybe he didn’t say that last part out loud.)
His sudden disinterest in the conversation threw me off. I stammered out a question about the square footage of the condo. He didn’t have the book in front of him, and well – it’s probably 1000. Or 1100. Or 900. And the condo is furnished. Or maybe it isn’t. If I want to cut a deal for the stuff I can.
Someone will call me with an appointment.
Someone will call me LATER with an appointment.
(Don’t worry – I’m not holding my breath.)
I would have put him on the spot – asked him if he had a problem with that. It’s not his job to judge whether or not you can actually AFFORD the place, it’s only his job to SHOW it to you. The money part is up to the bank.
I was caught completely flat-footed by the change in tone of voice, Peggi or I would have. I’ve never *ever* had a conversation like that one with a salesperson of any kind.
I find myself surprised that I’m surprised that happened. I can’t believe it, but I can
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