Random thoughts on the daily grind of managing rental homes from 1,700 miles away, with a random comment about Diamondbacks baseball added when the occasion arises.
The Arizona Department of Real Estate insists I declare on social media, text messages and e-mails that I am a licensed agent. I guess this blog counts too--though I use a pseudonym and I have three readers. But in the event I ever accidentally discuss the Arizona Real Estate market, home prices and/or anything else that might imply agency on this blog, you need to know: I'm a licensed real estate agent in the State of Arizona.
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Duh. Come. On. You agreed to pay a certain amount for your home. You can't expect to live there if you don't keep up your end of the bargain. Seriously. Do you want me to call her and try to explain this to her? 'Cause I will...
There is no honor among thieves. And, living somewhere and not paying for it is stealing.
Wouldn't it be refreshing just once for them to come right out and say, "I'm living here until the Sheriff opens the door and throws my stuff out onto the curb?" Just once! I think I'd be good with them telling me that because that's what they're going to do anyway at least this way, they'd be honest about their obvious intentions. That would be an honorable thief.
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