I met with a handy man today to go over Condo Conner and get an estimate of what he'll charge to fix the numerous things that need fixing before I can consider selling the place. As we were going through the place, we heard a voice call out. It took us several moments to pin point the voice, which was coming from just outside the porch.
A couple had wandered up and were looking for the owner of the condo. I walked up and introduced myself. They asked if I had placed the condo up for sale yet.
“No, not yet,” I said. “I'm still in the process of getting everything out,” I said, motioning to some of the items still left, “and getting it into a saleable condition before putting it on the market.”
“Oh, so you are selling it?” said the wife.
“Yes.”
“Because a friend of ours that also lives here is interested in buying it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and he'll be willing to buy it as is and fix it up himself.”
Woo hoo! I thought. Yes! This will be over soon!
“So, can we have your phone number so we can give it to our friend?”
“Um … ” I still don't know the new phone number for The Facility in the Middle of Nowhere. “I don't know the new phone number yet. Do you have email?”
“Yes.”
Woo hoo! “Okay,” I said. “Here's my email address … ”