My husband could not understand why I booked a trip to the Big Island yesterday. He was complaining that we just got back from a trip and now I'm making him leave Sacramento again, but then he doesn't sell short sales. About the only time out of the year that I can get away for an extended period of time is around the holidays. Things tend to quiet down in real estate right around Christmas and through New Year's.
I don't know if you've flown anywhere lately, but flying is a really horrible experience. It's not just the TSA hassle; I can put up with that because I'd rather not get blown up in mid air. Flying is awful because of what they have done to coach class. Many airlines have added more seats to coach, which has reduced leg room. Remember those old commercials for Western Airlines? That stupid parrot squawking: Western Airlines, the oooooonly way to fly. Ha.
I am a small person, which seems to shock the crap out of people who follow me online and then meet me in person. I don't really know why they have that reaction. But when I fly in coach, my knees are jammed up my nose. There's maybe 7 inches between me and the seat in front of me. I have no idea how a bigger person can survive it. Coach is torture.
It's not that they made First Class so superior, it's that they've made coach class so unbearable. What are they going to do next? Make people stand up and strap us to vertical boards? If I can help it, I don't fly in coach anymore because it makes for such a miserable experience. Half the time they don't even feed you much less give you a bag of peanuts, in case you have an allergic reaction. I hate pretzels.
Sometimes, I wonder if the reason my clients are so thrilled with my service as a short sale agent is because by comparison, I look fabulous. Not that I'm really all that exceptional. I went to a closing yesterday for a home in Midtown Sacramento. This seller had a hard-money second and a really good income, which made the short sale extremely difficult to negotiate. Things just seemed to fall in place at the last minute. A few weeks ago, the seller was required to make a seller contribution and by yesterday he was getting a relocation allowance of $3,000 and a complete release of liability. No deficiency judgment.
Through the HAFA short sale program, his world changed overnight. He was overjoyed. If he wasn't a guy, he probably would have cried at the closing table. OK, that was a sexist thing to say, but you know what I mean. He said he had spent more than $10,000 on legal fees to attempt loan modifications that never worked out. And now he was closing his Sacramento short sale and getting paid to do it. No worries in the world. Which is exactly how I'm gonna feel flying to Hawaii.
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