I just got back from another vet visit, and I've finally decided that there is something in the water in this town that causes its residents to change their story every time you speak to them. Do you remember how when Bella first got the cast I was convinced that it was too long but they told me it wasn't? Well, last week when they replaced her bandages, they also replaced the splint with a shorter one. Now why would they have done that unless the first splint, which wasn't damaged in anyway, was too long?Now this week the exact same vet that told me the cast would only have to stay on for three to four weeks tells me that it has to stay on for at least four to six weeks. The latter numbers make more sense from a medical standpoint, but that is not what she said the first time around. To make matters worse, she looked at me like I was some kind of stupid for thinking that the cast would come off this early, but she's the one who put the stupid notion in my head. Doesn't that make her stupid, too?
I also got another email from Little Miss Snippy Pants this morning. Apparently, she no longer intends to speak to me by phone anymore. My mom thinks it's because the woman is intimidated by me. Funny, I didn't know I was that scary. I guess she's just used to people who just nod and smile at everything she tries to sell them, and I'm so not that girl. I ask questions. I look for the catch and loophole. I read everything that is put in front of me, which is why I'm sure she's wishing she had agreed to represent some other girl.
Anyway, this time, just two days after telling me that Matt, my Chase analyst, had submitted all the paperwork to the investors, she tells me that he hasn't. Now she and the vet both can think that I'm stupid all they want, but I see a definite pattern here. They're both telling me one thing, and then a few days or weeks later they're telling me something completely different and forgetting that they ever said the first thing to begin with.
Now she says we have to put the contract price in at the original amount and do an amendment at the lower price. She also said what I said when she told me that they're going to say the house is selling at one price but list it in the contract at another price so the buyers can finance all of their closing costs--HUD's not going to let it happen. Matt told me that from the get go. I'm sure that he's told her that several times as well. That's why I questioned her whole spiel.
Little Miss Snippy Pants then said in her email that she's going to have to go to the other side and see if there is some way that they can scrape together to the closing costs; otherwise, the deal will be dead. Okay, I'm going to say this one more time. These people have full-time jobs. They put the offer in the first week of February. They looked at this house at the end of January, and I doubt that I was the first house they saw. They had probably been looking for some time. That means they've had three going on four months in which they could have been saving for their closing costs.
On top of that, it's tax time in America. When I had a full time job, I usually got back at least $2000 from the federal government and around $500 from Georgia. Assuming their refunds are equally as nice, that they e-filed, and they haven't blown their refunds on some shopping spree, they should have around $5000 in their pockets. That much money would cover their closing costs and then some. If they're not responsible enough to save that money or they're living paycheck to paycheck even with the refund, then they don't need to be buying a house. It's as simple as that.
Furthermore, if both realtors have convinced these people that they wouldn't have to pay a penny out of pocket in this economy, then quite frankly they need to have their licenses suspended for a couple of months. Maybe then they'll finally wake up and realize the kind of market they're operating in. To give such irresponsible advice would be the equivalent of me telling my clients to pass on a settlement offer that fell short of our demand but nevertheless covered some pain and suffering, even though I know that the juries are ultra conservative in this county and rarely award more than medical expenses, no matter how grievous the tort. It's just not right.
I know what's going to happen if the deal falls through. Little Miss Snippy Pants will lay it all on me for not scraping together the $4000 to pay those people. That is, it will be all my fault that I didn't pay someone to buy my house. When those words come out of her mouth, you won't just hear me screaming all the way to Texas this time. You'll hear me in California as well.
As for the water, I may have to start buying bottled or just drink more Cokes. The latter may be nothing but sugar and empty calories, but at least they would allow me to keep my story straight.
