Brunhilda Likes to Play With Dolls

Brunhilda here:
I have an extremely low tolerance for liars, manipulators and time wasters. That is why I am writing again about the River North condo. You know the one, dear reader. It's listed for sale and has the difficult tenants that I've written about before.The good news: the tenants packed up and moved out! Before they left, they became pretty nice about leaving the condo during showings. Even the little bugger was better behaved. I decided that they had learned their lesson about showing etiquette. I'm such a helpful alter-ego!

Now, however I have issues with the River North condo owner. Mr. and Mrs. Owner live out of state. They've told us that the recession has cost them their jobs, and they are working in lesser paying ones. I feel for them, really, I have feelings! Mr. Owner has been lowered to selling cars. Fabulous, another industry that is in the toilet.

An amazing thing just happened. We got a great offer on the place. They came in just $5000 under our asking price. That's pretty great when you consider that the place needs some pretty hefty updating. What with the 1980's mirrored wall in the dining room, the kitchen cabinets that have some peeling veneer, the hardwood floors need refinishing and the entire place just needs a whole lot of paint. Those were rough tenants!

To our utter shock, the owner was troubled with the offer. It's a cash deal! They want to close in 4 weeks! We can negotiate the price a bit, but this is a terrific offer, we tell him. He said he needs them to come up in price. OK we say, let's counter his offer to get him closer to our asking price. He responds by saying he needs the offer to be OVER THE ASKING PRICE! When was he going to tell Randee that little bit of news? Can't sell it for the asking price? He doesn't have the money to go to closing? Is Anthrax through the mail still a crime?

I have this wonderful little doll. It has some amazing abilities. It seems that if I stick my long sharp pins into it here or give the limbs a twist there while I focus my anger very clearly, there will be an interesting affect on the object of my anger. 

Mr. Owner says he has to think about it a bit. Right now though, he needs to go lay down. He suddenly has a terrible headache or eye ache or something. He will call back later. Randee asks him to discuss the offer with Mrs. Owner and call back within the hour. "I will", he says, "but I just have to go now. My right arm is killing me too!"

This is Brunhilda signing off for now. But this isn't over! And do I need to say....don't tell Randee about my little doll. She ain't no Barbie!

 

The Flood, the Tenant and the Landlord

Brunhilda here:
They shouldn’t have messed with my lovely client. Though a renter she may be.

When the guy above flooded the place, they said we will fix it in a hurry.

That was the last nice thing they said. My client had to find another bed.

A hotel stay with her pup cost a ton, she didn’t worry, she trusted them.

She thought people always keep their word. But this landlord is a giant turd.

Out of her home for nearly 4 weeks, the place was wet and began to stink

The building sent in the crew to replace carpet and walls

Her belongs were tossed, clothes were piled up in big balls.

Frustrated and angry she decided to give Randee a call.

Come out come out Mr. Landlord, let’s play!

Brunhilda is here and she’s going to stay.

You can’t do this to our innocent tenant

Take care of her stuff, make that payment.

We ask them to come check the unit right now.

The man comes in and waves his hand just for show.

This is fixed and ready, she should move back in today.

But, first she must pay last month’s rent right away.

Randee says fine, then you refund 4 weeks right back, stat! 

He said he’d do no such thing; why is the dryer leaning like that?

I say, gee look over here, and I place him on the side where it leans.

Now I am going shopping for some great skinny jeans.

The tenant settles with everyone else, suddenly everything is as it should be.

You can tell, no one will believe you. Randee is so little, how could she?

Brunhilda, signing off! Have a nice day!

Brunhilda Does A Job For The Mob?

Brunhilda here,
Finally, a reasonable week. No crooks, cuckoos, or evil-doers. I've had the pleasure of staying under the radar. As the alter-ego of the gentle real estate agent, you only get to know me when someone pushes my buttons.  But not this week. This week we worked with strong buyers, had good showings at our listings, and we had a good walk- through for a closing scheduled for Monday. Can't complain about this week. A little boring.
How about another story from the past: I'm exhausted from keeping secrets.
She came to us as a referral from a doorman. We were living in Streeterville at the time. A much desired, new construction, luxury high rise with lots of glass and concrete. This buyer was only interested in our building. She walked into the lobby looking a lot like Michelle Pfieiffer in  the 1988 film "Married to the Mob. Dark hair all puffed up, tight, tight jeans, sparkly top, heavy make up and high-spiky shoes. She must have been about 40 years old, if I were to be kind, which I am not. She chose a 2 bedroom/2 bathroom unit with a view of the park and lake. We made a very reasonable offer. Great!. It got accepted. Even better! When it was time for earnest money to be deposited, there was no problem. She said she was divorced but her Ex was going to give her the money to buy the condo. Her attorney verified this info. The check was handed over to the listing agent for deposit. No problem. Yet the listing agent kept calling. He said he had a bad feeling about her. Funny, we just weren't into the ESP or whatever.
Two days before closing, Ms Mob Chick went missing. No return of phone calls. No walk through request. No communication with her attorney. Gone! Randee wondered if her Ex really was a mob guy. The attorney had slipped a couple of times and said something about not wanting to mess with him. Now what?
Well, I, Brunhilda tracked her down the day after the NO-SHOW never closing, closing. She said she wasn't able to close, period! Now I didn't want to wait for her Ex to EXplain, so I took matters into my own hands. Now she's wearing concrete heels and swimming with da-fishes.
Speaking of fish, there's a new seafood restaurant I'm dying to try. Well, may be not dying.
Hey, I shared this with you, but don't tell Randee. She thinks the lady was punished enough by losing her $78k earnest money deposit. So, seriously, don't tell! I know you!

He Had it Coming

Brunhilda here:
Since last I wrote we've been busy. We have new buyers who really love Chicago. They're terrific. There has been an uptick in showing requests for our listings, which is nice. Its the 4th quarter of 2009 and it hasn't been a great year. But hope for a good finish is growing.
Meanwhile, back at the cursed listing in the River North neighborhood I keep talking about. We've got a showing request. The agent requesting is a fast talking guy. He's coming in the middle of a busy Saturday afternoon. For once we are thrilled to find the tenants have vacated for the day. When the agent arrives, we are struck by an overwhelming scent of nasty big cigar. Let me paint the picture. He swaggers in with a half-smoked but unlit cigar in hand. The only thing missing in this picture is a big black cape a mustache and a large black fedora. He's alone. He's representing himself as a buyer. Randee greets him with her usual sunny smile.
Have you ever noticed how men with big cigars also seem to have giant personalities? Not the good kind. Well, this guy fits the bill. He walks through the condo like a cop at a crime scene. It goes something like this: "Man look at that kitchen, there's some mess, and how about the floors in this joint! Well that bathroom will need a buzz-saw. The master bedroom, was that done in the 80's? I thought this was built in the 90's. Geez, babe, this is a real gut job." Now, Randee knows this place needs work, so she isn't fazed by his vibrato. But I find him quite grating! He continues; "Its too bad, honey, cuz this building's real nice and the location is a dream. Tell you what, I'm gonna make an offer, take this dog off your hands". He then names a number that is $100,000 under the asking price. He says, "I got to get my guys in here to gut the whole place. It's gonna cost me a fortune." He rubs the cigar between his fingers and points it at Randee. She stays pretty cool and tells Mr. Stinky Big Cigar Jerk to put his offer in writing. His answer; "Ya know doll, I will do that right after you call the seller with my verbal offer". Now the unlit cigar is hanging out of his mouth as he plasters a big crooked smile on his face. Randee asks, "What company are you with again?" He answers with his own name. Hmmmm, is he even for real, she wonders? She nicely replies that she will not call her owners with an offer that isn't in writing. She even quotes her managing broker, "A verbal offer isn't worth the paper it isn't written on". She again, says, "If you're serious about your offer, please put it in writing."
This schmo takes a bold step towards Randee with his unlit cigar pointing at her. He says," Now listen doll face, I have saved agents with crappy properties more times than you have sneezed."

Well, that was it for me! Mr. Stinky Big Cigar Jerk! Somehow that cigar just ended up getting pushed down his chunky little throat.

After disposing of the mess, we locked up and headed out to do another showing in the Streeterville neighborhood. On the way, we pass the most adorable little puppy. Don't cute little puppies just make you smile!

Brunhilda signing off for today. Don't tell little Randee, she just couldn't take it.

Arrrg! Walk the Plank, Matey!

Brunhilda here:
I told you that I believe trouble is brewing with the family renting in our new listing. Our first real estate showing request came in yesterday morning. We immediately contacted the tenant to request a 4 pm showing for tomorrow afternoon. That is well over 24 hour notice, not nap or dinner time, it should work! Right? First she tells us that 4 pm is usually her little guy's fussy time. Really! He's 3! Fussy time? Come on! Fussy time is for infants! I am mentally sharpening one of her kitchen knives. Randee patiently suggests that the weather should be great for taking the little guy for a nice walk around the block. The tenant grudgingly gives her ok to the showing.
The buyers arrive with their agent, right on time. We ring the tenant to say we are on the way up, hoping they are not home. Of course, they are there. Mom tell us to give them about 5 minutes and then come up. Randee uses the time to show the parking space in the garage. Then we all head up to the unit. As Randee knocks on the door, foolishly hoping they've left, we hear Sesame Street playing on the TV, loudly. Our knock is answered by our darling little toddler. He's donning a pirate hat, eye patch and brandishing a toy sword. He waves it at the young buyers, threatening them if they dare to walk into his room! Lovely! Mom is at the cook top stirring something. She says nothing to her child. There is something burning in the oven. The buyers, a young couple, ask Mom nervously, "Is this a bad time for us to be here?" Can these tenants make our job any harder!!!
Since mom is standing in the kitchen, cooking, we decide to look through the rest of the condo. Its as big a mess as you would expect. Even the shower has clothes hung up to dry in it. Randee is quietly seething, but continues the showing.
Back in the kitchen, where we find mom stirring-frying what looks like fish in a pan on a high fire. Ooops, I just happen to knock her into the pan and hot oil just splattered her hand and arm. So sorry!
Watch your back, Momma!
Brunhilda here, signing off for today. *don't forget, no telling Randee, she'd kill me!

Warning! Stay off The Tracks!

Brunhilda here
You know that feeling you get, the one when you're watching something about to crash and you know you should stop and do something? Like someone on the tracks when a train is coming. You want to help,but then it all just happens anyway. Well, today that is how I felt as a perfectly nice condo in Chicago's River North neighborhood went from wow to oh no you didn't!
Our new seller lives out of the state. He asked us to list his condo here in Chicago. He hasn't seen the place for over 2 years. He and his wife moved out but decided not to sell it back then. Instead they rented it to a lovely young couple. They say that their tenants are great. They never make a late payment, so they are sure they must be very orderly, organized people. We make our appointment to go see the home before putting the condo up for sale.
We are very excited about this great building, right in the heart of the Cathedral District's section of River North. Perfect! Beautiful building, across the street from a Whole Foods Grocery store which makes it even better. Randee calls to set the appointment. There's a child crying in the background. The tenant agrees to have us over later the same day. She is very specific about being there at exactly 11:15 a.m.
We arrive on the dot, 11:15. Mom and tot greet us at the door. He's about 3 and very cute. Looking past her shoulder, there are toys all over, a child size table is in the living room where a couch should be. It is covered with Play Dough. There is a slide and plastic kitchen set up where the dining room table should be. There are streamers hanging from the ceiling and over the fireplace. The walls of the living room have paper drawings taped up proudly displaying the toddler's doodles and scribbles. That's just the beginning.
After a tour of the home, which is cluttered and very child-centric in a bad way mom, sits us down in adult-sized furniture with a child sized chair for the kid. She then reads us the rules. She asks us to please give her 48 hours notice for any showings and not to show the home between 9:30am-11:00am or 1:30pm-3:00pm or 5:00-7pm
Then she says that noon isn't good either because it is lunch time and 4:00 is difficult because she is preparing dinner. And 7pm is hard because that would be bath time.
I feel myself beginning to boil over. But this one time Randee holds me back. Darn her ex-preschool-teacher-understanding-patient-self! This was a perfect set up for a quick burst of Brunhilda-style confrontation. I am vigilantly present.
Randee explains that we have to compromise and suggests ways to pick up after the toddler to make the home more appealing to potential buyers. She even agrees to the 48 hour notice and two nap-time blocks on showing. She also points out how very nice it would be if they could take the monster, I mean child, for a brief walk during showings since they will only take about 20 minutes. Randee thinks they have reached an understanding. Poor thing.
Mom shoots what looks to me to be an evil little sneer at Randee.
Brunhilda signing off but waiting. A crash is coming!

Honestly, Mr. Inspector!

Brunhilda here
One potato, two potato, three potato, four. Some times inspectors should not open the door. He showed up early and shouldn't have stayed so late. He picked at the carpet and commented on the gate. Nothing was broken at this house, so he had to work hard to earn his keep. He even tried to prove that the roof had a leak. The buyer's agent had to go, She had an appointment to keep. So, as the good listing agent, I covered this home inspection and watched this freak. The buyers are afraid of heights, as the inspector climbed up alone, they waved. I followed Mr Inspector up and found him digging for proof. He picked at the shingles with a very sharp tool. When he made a nice round hole he began to drool. Ah, says he, I have found a defect! Really, I asked? That hole is suspect! Could you have just made that hole right there? How dare you, he shouted as he stepped back a hair. He sneered and said, I resent your claim! At that response, I felt my body propelled, arms stretched as I ran toward him and aimed...Whoops!
Dishonesty really ticks me off! Bye, bye Mr. Inspector. You should have played golf.

Brunhilda here, signing off for today! (Don't forget, you said you wouldn't tell Randee)