My Bytch Blog

Ok I think my five readers know that I am a real estate agent. So, I got a call from this guy to see his house because he wants to sell it. I got my materials together and went the next day. As I walked up the  sidewalk the door opens. I see this older guy, probably in his mid 50's. He is wearing dirty, grey sweat pants and a blue shirt with yellow lettering that says "Ask how YOU can get a free breast exam" Oh joy. His obvious comb over looked stiff and dirty. His pale blue eyes were so light he looked like he had cataracts. He smiled and asked if I was the real estate agent. I smiled politely and said yes. He opened the door and invited me in. As I walked past him, this wall of body odor that was emanating from him was nauseating. I held back the vomit that wanted to come up and sat at a small kitchen table.  As I put down my binder on the table, my hand landed on something sticky. I pulled my hand up. He asked me what was wrong and I asked him for a wet paper towe...

I was driving down a crowded road when I noticed every one's break lights were coming on. It happened so fast that I thought it was an accident. As I merged from the middle lane to the left, I drove past a blue Volkswagen bug with it's emergency lights on and no other cars. I thought the vehicle had stalled. Then I see the driver help push another car to the side of the road from the far right lane. This moron had stopped dead in the middle of traffic, left their car and helped someone else get to the side of the road effectively cutting off two lanes instead of one. WHAT?! Why didn't they just pull over to the side of the road and help that person off the far right lane? Nope. The thought process must have gone like this..."Oh gee a person in need of help. Let me stop right here in the middle of the busy street and help."  I understand the want to help but do it right not hold up traffic. This person meant well but went about it in such a stupid way. Wha...