Hell to Sell, Part 2
After being a complete tail with all of his previous LOW, LOW offers, the guy wanting to buy our house pulled out a completely different card to play. He made the comment there were some things that needed fixing (minor cosmetic items), so we dropped our price eventually by $1000 and told him to use that money to fix things. He bitched, we held our ground. Then, out of nowhere, he attempted to play the sympathy card.
We actually knew the man when we lived there, yet he continued to drive a hard bargain in an effort to steal the home for us. Now that we showed some backbone he actually had the nerve to say:
But I am buying this for my 80 year old mother-in-law who can’t physically fix all of these things.
For those of you with grandparents, or those of you who are particularly sympathetic to older adults, I am advising you to stop reading at this point. I basically told him, through our realtor:
Screw you and your 80 year old mother-in-law. Your ass will be living 3 doors down from her so you can get your peckerhead self off the couch to fix whatever the hell her old ass breaks. You blew the chance for any sympathy when you low-balled us, so you can tell granny I said to cough it up or go to hell!!!
I have never agreed more with the notion that power is an aphrodisiac. I was making myself horny just enjoying the empowerment I had given myself with those words. The latest is that he accepted my comments and has set a closing date of today. So, the bastard haggled for a week and then set a closing date for the next day. I will be glad when he signs on the dotted line this afternoon and this is behind us, but I am not counting on it being a done deal until he puts his chicken-scratch signature on the contract. I will give an update after the meeting (for which we will not be present, having given our realtor our power of attorney).
Moral of the Story: Be mean to old people.
