UN-trained house sellers
There comes a time in everyone's life when they are forced to interact with that other breed: The Estate Agent.
Only these days, The Husband and I notice, they are going under a different guise: Negotiator.
That's right.
Yesterday: second in command to Kofi Annan, passing resolutions and chastising China about its human rights record.
Today: selling over-priced arrangements of breeze blocks and plasterboard in a large metropolitan area.
It's what management gurus call 'skills transfer'.
Only these days, The Husband and I notice, they are going under a different guise: Negotiator.
That's right.
Yesterday: second in command to Kofi Annan, passing resolutions and chastising China about its human rights record.
Today: selling over-priced arrangements of breeze blocks and plasterboard in a large metropolitan area.
It's what management gurus call 'skills transfer'.
posted by Marnie Sweet at
1:03 PM
1 Comments:
Tomorrow - they storm the British Parliament, kick out all the MPs ("meow") and set up martial law, administered entirely by estate agents clad in leathers with massive uzis and the right to deliver summary street-justice. (And then they sell off the House of Commons - spacious, river frontage, 188 recep, 2 bath, 2 toilet, with gardens. A must-view for families with children...)
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