Awesome People Need Awesome Homes
Mouth and I went house-hunting today. It was not fruitful.
We began with an appointment with a nice old man who is in the midst of fixing up his rental house. But this place is a dump and will continue to be a dump no matter how much work is put into it. As Mouth said, "That house would have been perfect for undergrad. Broken windows? Kitchen on fire? No problem, it's just the house. But law school? Our house should at least look like we have some pride."
Mouth did express some regret at having to eventually call the guy and tell him we aren't interested. He had a point. The little guy was one of those guys you called "Uncle" when you were a kid, even though he was of no relation. And you could tell he was an aging hippie too, which just added to the Austin experience.
We followed that up with a visit to the Arboretum, where we thought we had finally found The One. This house was perfect. Great living room, nice kitchen, nice bedrooms, a deck, a hot tub, a yard for the dogs, everything. We even discussed colors and curtain patterns. Then we held hands. Mouth was definitely enthusiastic about the house, as was I despite one room smelling like stale animal urine.
Naturally, when we called the realtor while on the road (the house has a key box, so we toured it ourselves), we were informed that the home had been taken off the market 15 FREAKING MINUTES before. I was frustrated. Mouth was pissed.
That became the theme of the day. As we drove around town, checking out postings from Craigslist and the Statesman, we would occasionally drive by a home with a sign out front and we would give the number on said sign a call.
Realtor: Oh, that house is off the market.
Me (in my head): That's OK. Far be it for me to suggest that you do you damn job and take the sign down since it has been off the market for a month and a half, you worthless loser.
Me (into the phone): Oh, thanks anyways.
All in all, we probably looked at 15 houses with no luck. Too small, too old, too condemned, need tenants now, no students, only females, only communists, no left-handed people, etc. Somewhat depressed, Mouth dropped me off at my current lair and we agreed that the search was far from over.
On the bright side, there is nothing like Austin on a Spring afternoon. It really was pleasant out. Almost frolicing weather.
We began with an appointment with a nice old man who is in the midst of fixing up his rental house. But this place is a dump and will continue to be a dump no matter how much work is put into it. As Mouth said, "That house would have been perfect for undergrad. Broken windows? Kitchen on fire? No problem, it's just the house. But law school? Our house should at least look like we have some pride."
Mouth did express some regret at having to eventually call the guy and tell him we aren't interested. He had a point. The little guy was one of those guys you called "Uncle" when you were a kid, even though he was of no relation. And you could tell he was an aging hippie too, which just added to the Austin experience.
We followed that up with a visit to the Arboretum, where we thought we had finally found The One. This house was perfect. Great living room, nice kitchen, nice bedrooms, a deck, a hot tub, a yard for the dogs, everything. We even discussed colors and curtain patterns. Then we held hands. Mouth was definitely enthusiastic about the house, as was I despite one room smelling like stale animal urine.
Naturally, when we called the realtor while on the road (the house has a key box, so we toured it ourselves), we were informed that the home had been taken off the market 15 FREAKING MINUTES before. I was frustrated. Mouth was pissed.
That became the theme of the day. As we drove around town, checking out postings from Craigslist and the Statesman, we would occasionally drive by a home with a sign out front and we would give the number on said sign a call.
Realtor: Oh, that house is off the market.
Me (in my head): That's OK. Far be it for me to suggest that you do you damn job and take the sign down since it has been off the market for a month and a half, you worthless loser.
Me (into the phone): Oh, thanks anyways.
All in all, we probably looked at 15 houses with no luck. Too small, too old, too condemned, need tenants now, no students, only females, only communists, no left-handed people, etc. Somewhat depressed, Mouth dropped me off at my current lair and we agreed that the search was far from over.
On the bright side, there is nothing like Austin on a Spring afternoon. It really was pleasant out. Almost frolicing weather.
posted by The Humble Best at 1:22 AM
2 Comments:
I say we frolic back to that one house and take a dump in their hot tub.
Best case scenario: It causes the bastard who beat us to make a request for their deposit back.
Worst case: I have a fun story to tell during interviews next fall.
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