Mrs. Groovy here this week with Groovy Ranch update 7. But don’t worry—Mr. Groovy is not licking his wounds this time. However, he just might be by the end of this post.
Second Meeting With Designer
At the end of Groovy Ranch Update 5 I mentioned we thought our designer went AWOL. Some of you may not have seen what we added in the comments—he never received our follow up emails. But all is good now.
We’re back on track with the designer. We had a second meeting with him last week that was very productive. We’re now working off of a one story, three bedroom, two bathroom floor plan. The designer made a few suggestions we liked. We gave him a check, signed an agreement, and he should have a preliminary design for us to review by the end of the week.
The Deed for Groovy Ranch
Last week, the lawyer who handled our closing for Groovy Ranch sent us the deed, along with the title insurance policy. We were in touch by email and I was very glad to see this warning below her signature.
**BE AWARE! Online banking fraud is on the rise. If you receive an email containing WIRE TRANSFER INSTRUCTIONS from anyone, call the intended recipient to verify the information prior to sending funds.**
We heard about this scam that’s on the rise on an episode of Stacking Benjamins with Shannyn Allen. Hackers seek out communication among lawyers, realtors, and buyers regarding a wire transfer that’s due for purchasing a property. They then create an email account that looks almost exactly like the lawyer’s or the realtor’s account and send wire transfer instructions to the buyer—who unwittingly transfers the funds directly to the hackers.
Under no circumstances should you ever send funds via a wire transfer without confirming the transfer details in person, or over the phone.
Tales from the “I’m Just an Idiot” File
Last week I began doing research for selling our home. I read up on realtors in our area and also found several good articles on questions to ask a realtor before hiring one. While doing this research, I had a flashback to the time we sold our condo in New York.
To set up this flashback story, keep in mind that Mr. Groovy and I have developed a routine since relocating to North Carolina. It goes like this: Mr. Groovy attempts to do something or figure something out. I give him my opinion or provide him with the facts. He disregards me. Then he finds out on his own that I was right. Then I say, “What do I know? I’m just an idiot!”
OK, so a week after we listed our New York condo for sale in 2006, I bumped into our realtor on the Long Island Railroad while traveling back from my job in Manhattan. I was surprised to see her among the rush hour commuters and I asked what she was up to. She told me she was doing temp work for a friend in the garment district.
All the way home my thoughts festered. And in my inimitable Mrs. Groovy style, when I walked through the door I asked Mr. Groovy, “Why the F am I bumping into our realtor on the LIRR? And why the F does she need a temp job? And what if she needs to be on Long Island to show our home but she’s in some office in Manhattan?” Mr. Groovy laughed at me and told me I was being hysterical for no reason. [Mr. Groovy here: I think I did laugh. But not because I necessarily thought Mrs. Groovy was wrong. I just thought she was going nuclear too quickly. She had no reason to believe our realtor’s temp job was anything but a one-off, and yet she was already reaching for the launch code. When did the sweet Jewish girl I married turn into Dr. Strangelove?]
I cooled down and asked our realtor more about her temp job the next time we spoke. She explained that before she became a realtor, she was a buyer in the garment district. She still had a good friend in the business and one week a year she liked to help her out and catch up on industry gossip. And I let it go at that even though I still had my suspicions she was doing office work to make ends meet.
Also keep in mind that to this day, Mr. Groovy tells this story to friends and family. He loves making fun of me and telling them how I “O-R’d” (over reacted).
Now it’s twelve years later and we’re selling our home in North Carolina. And in those articles I mentioned about what questions to ask a realtor before hiring one, right in the top five every single article said to ask:
“Is being a realtor your full time job or do you do it part time?”
They further recommend that if a realtor has any job other than selling homes, do not list with him or her.
But what do I know? I’m just an idiot!
Selling Groovy Home (and more tales from the I’m just an idiot file)
I set up three meetings this week with realtors. Prior to the first meeting we cleaned the entire house. As we were washing the tile floor in our kitchen, I said to Mr. Groovy, as I have many times before, that I think we should get a steam cleaner to remove the specs of dirt that cannot be scrubbed out of the tile. But Mr. Groovy fluffed me off. He thinks I’m over sensitive to this dirt and I’m the only one who sees it.
Monday came and we met with the first realtor. She loved our home and was genuinely surprised at how well-maintained it is (Yessss!) She had only a few recommendations for getting it ready to show. And what was one of those recommendations? Steam clean the tile floors! [Mr. Groovy here: It should be noted that the second realtor we interviewed thought the kitchen floor was fine.]
But what do I know? I’m just an idiot!
Now this next episode sounds too unbelievable to be true. But it is true.
I mentioned I did a bit of research on questions to ask listing agents. But I also found some good suggestions about things you should never reveal to a realtor before hiring one. There’s one I felt was very important and I told Mr. Groovy about it. I explained that no matter what, we do NOT state our bottom price—that is, how low we are willing to go.
Mr. Groovy asked me why we shouldn’t discuss this and I explained that two of the three realtors we interview will not become our realtor. However, they may represent a buyer who is interested in our home. Do we want to provide them with an edge about a dollar figure we would be willing to accept?
Pretty simple, right? I thought he understood. Well—uh, that’s a no.
One of the few things that came out of his mouth during our meeting on Monday was:
“I’d be happy if we got X dollars for this house”—where X was about $15,000 less than the asking price the realtor already recommended.
I glared at him incredulously and exclaimed “Would you stop with that sh*t?”
I’m still fuming. Words just fly out of his mouth. When he has absolutely nothing to say, or when he gets nervous, he blurts out inappropriate comments.
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” is a question I ask my husband many, many times. From kicking my cat on our first date, (a whole NOTHER story) from telling me to get out of people’s way in a store (Why am I always the one who has to move? Am I invisible? They can’t walk around me for a change?)—this one takes the cake. [Mr. Groovy here: Oh, man, this was not my finest moment. The point I was trying to make to the realtor was that we wanted to be reasonable on the price. We weren’t fishing from some great whale. We want the house priced appropriately. But somehow in the midst of trying to convey that position, I blurted out what I’d be happy to get. Again, not my finest moment.]
I believe I’m up three wins this week. One for being right about steam cleaning our tile flooring, one for Mr. Groovy blurting out our bottom line, and a third retro win for being right about not hiring a realtor who works part time (and the humiliation I’ve put up with for twelve years of him telling the story).
What do you think? Am I being fair by asking for three wins? Mr. Groovy said he may only gave me two. He told me there was a statute of limitations on the episode from 2006. [Mr. Groovy here: A retro win is freakin’ ridiculous. But with my stupidity this week, I’m really in no position to protest. Damn, it’s tough being a lovable doofus who blurts out inappropriate things every now and then! I just pray I have this affliction under control by the time FinCon rolls around.]
I’d love to hear what you have to say in the comments.