People can be real jerks. I was driving down Howe Avenue the other day when all of a sudden the road narrowed. Orange cones popped up on the right. I couldn't see this because there were giant SUVs ahead of me, and I drive a small roadster. So, drivers began cutting in and merging, one by one. First, one car merges, then the car already in the lane goes by, then another car merges. The way it's supposed to. I waited my turn, let a car go by and then merged.
The yo-yo behind me leaned on his horn. My first impulse was to flip him. But I caught his eye in my rear view mirror. He looked unstable, like a Tea Party member, and this was a dicey area of Howe. I didn't want a bullet in my head. I kept my fingers on the wheel. My mouth, however, was another story, and I blame it on Cee Lo Green. The driver might have read my lips. But, fortunately, he turned into the driveway of a shopping center 3 blocks away. He needed that horn? To go 3 blocks? He was in that big of a rush to get to McDonald's?
Of course, it's possible that guy was a rejected short sale client of some other Sacramento real estate agent. He might have felt a strong need to express his anger.
If you want to be mad about something, why don't you get mad at Wall Street? Why isn't Wall Street in jail? That's the topic of my blog on my homebuying website at About.com this morning. I imagine I'll get a few comments on that one.
In the meanwhile, above is a photo of me that my husband shot on my front porch in Land Park after the Awards Banquet, put on yesterday by Lyon Real Estate. I throw this into today's blog because I've been getting a bunch of emails asking what I won. So, I'll tell you. I got this nifty plaque for being the Top Agent for Outbound Relocation. I also ranked as the #10 agent at Lyon Real Estate (out of 800-some), which means I won an award. I'll probably get something for being the #2 agent at our downtown office out of 80-some agents.
It's nice to be recognized. But it's not that important, really. I'm not #1; I'm not a rock star. I'm just a Sacramento short sale agent who closed more than $15 million last year, and who probably should buy a bigger, meaner-looking car but is unlikely to.
Photo: Adam Weintraub