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Window shopping new homes





You can shop for anything in America.  Even pretend shop.  The fancy way to describe this activity is window shopping.  So with not much happening during our staycation this weekend we decided to see what was in the market by way of new abodes.  As in homes. 

We drove into a new community being built in the hills of east bay not far from home.  The signage promised seclusion and exclusivity.  Typically precursor for a large price tag with not much by way of conveniences.

The sales office was not quite open at five minutes to 11 but a blonde approaching sixty opened the door for us and asked that we step in.  So far so good.  Then she started her line of questioning.  Where are you from?  What sort of product are you looking for?  Or are you here to get decoration ideas?  Whoa!

She simply tripped multiple wires right there and would likely not be good at her job - if I was her boss I would get rid of her immediately.  You are trying to move drywall worth $1.5M and up and you inundate a prospect with presumptive questioning?

She further went on to describe how she was back from vacation and that was the cause of her spacing out on questions like what the HOA was.  Strike two.

Further she described to us in great detail how she only drank apple juice for breakfast and had lost 75 lbs in a matter of months.  Strike three.

I fully suspected that whatever she had lost was in the cerebral region and decided to walk away from the site rapidly.

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