So! Earlier today I got a call from my realtor's assistant, whom I have not heard from in, oh, forever, and she's all, "Do you have your insurance yet? Because the closing's supposed to be next Friday, but the seller drives truck and is only in town on Thursdays, and he wants to close a day early."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
This is the same seller who took weeks to paint two flippin' doors (so the house would pass the bank's inspection), and who hemmed and hawed and stalled about allowing me access so I could install the flood vents. The same seller who STILL has not cleaned all his crap out of the house. (Although, honestly, I'd be GLAD to deal with the closets full of clothes, as long as he's willing to also leave the washer and dryer. But he's gotta take the Refrigerator of Death*. I have to draw the line somewhere.)
And seriously, this guy can't take ONE FREAKIN' DAY off of work in order to make $(insert large amount of money here)?
So now I'm supposed to hurryhurryHURRRRRRRY and get my insurance?
I'm .......... hurrying ............. so .............. fast ..............
*The Refrigerator of Death is in the garage. I made the mistake of opening it up the first time I looked at the house, and discovered that something had evidently crawled up inside it and gone to Jeezus quite some time ago. I'll not forget that smell anytime soon.
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And my husband wonders why I've declared that I'm never buying a house again. It's such a pain dealing with other people's issues. The refrigerator that the owner wanted to leave behind in our last house was missing a door handle, and I thought that was bad :)
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