Being a very fickle woman, I've changed my mind about the house I showed you yesterday. Not having seen it in person, I came to the conclusion that 17,000 cars a day was 1 car too many passing by my house. Actually, it was the Google map that done it in-the house was sandwiched between two businesses. I called a real estate agent to cut to the chase for me, and I told the guy that I needed central air and a charming old house. He sent me everything in the book and they all looked awful. I bet he had a previous job selling ill fitting shoes. Really, I don't know what his idea of charming may be, but it certainly didn't match mine.
Have you ever suffered disappointment at the shoe store when you want a particular shoe in your size, and they're all out? I hate that. What I hate more is when the salesperson comes back with the shoe you want in a size smaller than you wear, and asks if that will do. Now if I ask for a size 10 shoe, what makes them think a 9 will fit? I'm beginning to think house hunting is going to mirror my experiences shoe shopping.The living room-look at that doorwall-and the French doors.