The High Road: Broker gets my goat

(Flickr photo by HeyThereSpaceman)

The apartment I went to check out took me 13 blocks from the previous open house on the Upper West Side and 14 from the next one on my itinerary a week ago Sunday.

When I arrived at the building, there was a note on its entrance to call the broker to see the place.  Common and fair enough.

Somebody already was on the phone, and I overheard him complaining to the individual on the other end Continue reading

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