OK, OK, all of you who are feverishly studying for your real estate licenses, just relax...maybe it's not ALL real estate agents who are for shit, but it's definitely all of the ones in Baltimore. We are currently unwilling spectators of an event that, were it not so financially repercussive for us, could hardly be less gripping: will we receive the mail that our agent has been promising to send us for what seems like forever, or will the sweet embrace of death from old age wrap us in its bony yet somehow diaphanous clutches first?
Out of the gate, it seems like the smart money is on the ravages of time on the mortal coils of the wife and I, but perhaps our representative in the city that blights the earth like a giant calliope of human suffering and misery can stage some kind of miraculous comeback and, I don't know, BE BOTHERED AT SOME POINT TO BUY SOME STAMPS, CRAM SOME STUFF IN AN ENVELOPE, AND FIND A FUCKING MAILBOX!??!?!?!
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You TOTALLY need to send THEM something in an envelope...like THEIR OWN THUMB!!! Of course, that would take a lot of work, I guess you'd have to get some local thug (maybe your ex-neighbor?) to do the dirty work, then send the thumb to YOU, then you'd have to send it back...but they could see from the return address that you mean BIDNESS!!! I bet they'd get you that info in record time (well, as fast as someone with only one thumb can get info out, at least).
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