Here we are: It’s late in the day, and I’m trying to pick out properties for a buyer I’m going to meet in the morning. It doesn’t help when all the places look alike in that price range, does it?
Next on the list is just one more renovated condo, number 17 of 23, or something like that. It’s in a nice place in a charming landmark DC building on 16th St, but the interior looks rather non-descript. I must have seen this a thousand times: blonde cabinets, black granite counters, stainless steel appliances, stackable Euro-style washing machine, exposed duct work—you know what I’m talking about.
As I said, it’s late in the day, and I’m going through the motions, clicking through the virtual tour. Kick this one off the list, or keep it? But then -- HA, HA! There’s another picture of the kitchen, but this time, a bright blue stuffed animal is sitting on the counter, showing its even brighter white teeth.
“Angela the Shark” reads the caption. Huh??! Are they taking me for a ride here?
They sure are. And they have my attention. This one is going to stay on my short list! I’m going to show it tomorrow!
(P.S.: I surely hope there wasn’t any deeper meaning attached. Anything I’m not getting? Loan shark? Gourmet kitchen for your fresh fish? And who is Angela?! The agent’s ex? Did she try and eat him alive? Did she take all his money? Does she love gourmet seafood, such as shark steak? I might have to ask the listing agent for disclosures asap...)
P.P.S. on Jan 19, 2011: I finally heard from the creator of Angela and her shark buddies! Read about it here.