Phone Call
I complain about my house a lot. It was and still remains a fixer upper. When we found it my Long Suffering Wife and I had been looking for two years. We were living in a two bedroom condo, which had been great when we bought it. But two kids later we wanted more space. I foolishly wanted a yard.
We searched and searched and found one in our price range. Even better it was in a neighborhood we liked. Even better there were tall trees that provided plenty of shade.
I have an office where I sit and write. Over the years, I’ve added books with my name on them to the bookshelves. Which is pretty cool.
Yesterday, my phone rang and when I answered it a man with a thick Slavic accent asked if he was speaking to me. Then he asked if I was interested in selling him my house. I told him I was. He sounded interested until I explained that the price of housing has gone up and I wouldn’t consider it for anything less than $10,000,000. He didn’t think I was very funny.
I wasn’t joking.