I hate people.
Well, okay, not really. But I can't say I appreciate being lied to.
Sunday afternoon I was on duty at our model home in a growing subdivision. We used to have two model homes (in two subdivisions) but when one of our builders' companies left they took one with them.
So we only have one, which is fine, as we only have to staff the one now rather than both, which was a PITA. Especially since nobody ever comes by. I got my Christmas cards done, sometimes I get some correspondence taken care of, watch TV, do a little reading, and work on an afghan.
That afternoon a couple came by, asking about homes in the subdivision. They asked about one we have for rent, but the rental price was too high. Then they asked about rent-to-own, and I told them to be careful (just make sure you understand what you're signing). Their credit isn't good, they told me, but they really want to buy a house. I said I'd go into the office Monday and get them some names and phone numbers of mortgage loan officers to call and see if there were any programs out there that might help them. They gave me a phone number to call, and the wife (I guess she was the wife, she might have been the girlfriend, or even sister) said she'd call me Monday.
So Monday I went into the office and got the name and phone number of a guy in Columbia who works FHA loans. He can probably help them out; he says he can do something for people with credit scores down to 540. I also got a few more names and phone numbers so they could call other people (I usually recommend people call at least 3, so they can compare). I called the number they gave me.
It was a bogus number. Nothing but that real fast busy signal you get when you call a number that isn't working.
And of course the wife didn't call me today.
I'm sure glad I went to the trouble of finding the information they said they wanted.
Sheez.
Sometimes I hate people. I'd use the "buyers are liars" comment but I'm not confident they're actually buying anything. My guess, they couldn't think of anything more constructive to do that afternoon so they decided to drive over and waste my time.
Nice.
Oh, well. Merry Christmas!
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