Cuckoo
Don't worry! There's nothing wrong with our current real estate deal, other than the fact that the owner doesn't seem to know or care where her own property lines are. Not a big deal in my books. Just tiring, dealing with the Mental Defective League.
The trouble lies with our previous real estate deal - that gem with no Occupancy Permit and a basement that is slowly buckling in on itself and taking the rest of the house with it. Most of you will know that when you make an offer on a house and it's accepted, you usually have to give a $1,000 deposit to the listing office to hold in trust. We did that; we've been chasing the listing agent for our money ever since the deal was terminated; and the bad news is, we still don't have our deposit back. The good news is that the seller doesn't have it either. They have to sign a form before our money is released to us, and they haven't done it yet. It's not that they said they wouldn't release it to us; they just haven't made up their minds yet. I guess two months is just not enough time to thoroughly consider the matter. (Another member of the Mental Defective League I guess.)
SO... today I called the Real Estate Commission to see if there's anything we can do. The guy I talked to was really nice and he called the broker, who is the person at the listing office who is in charge of the money that gets put into trust. They promised him that they would have an answer either way by the end of the day tomorrow.
Here are the scenarios:
1. The people who own that house sign the form we sent them ages ago, and we get our deposit back.
2. They refuse to sign the form we sent them ages ago, and we take them to court to get our money back. Hopefully, this means they will be forced to travel to Nova Scotia (they are from the States).
I can hear you all asking: 'How are you not going crazy, Julie?'
OH, BUT I AM.
1 comment:
that photo is a bit disturbing. and so is the mentality of those wack jobs you almost bought a house from.
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