My buyer wanted to see several apartments in a large complex on a Saturday.
The first listing broker I reached readily agreed to the 3:45 slot I requested. When I had to make a last-minute change late that Saturday morning, she didn’t hesitate to accommodate us.
That’s the way it is supposed to work when you are representing the best interests of your clients, the possibly desperate owner of a property on the market.
I also tried to show three other apartments, studios listed in the $400s in Clinton/Hell’s Kitchen. After I e-mailed the listing broker, he wrote back, misspelling my name: Continue reading