It’s Saturday, we’re house-hunting. I shouldn’t even bother answering the rhetorical question above. They talk, they lie, that’s it. They have such a reputation for lying, and keep on proving it every time they open their mouths, that everything they say is suspect. The only slightly paraphrased conversation with one specimen went something like the following:

customer: Hi this house is advertised for $X.
slime: Yes, but we won't sell it for that, what would you like to pay?
customer: How much would the seller like?
slime: We won't tell you, what would you like to offer?
customer: How about this much less?
slime: No, that wouldn't be enough.
customer: How about the amount that you advertise it for?
slime: No, we'd expect more than that.
customer: So you'd expect more than the price that you offered to sell it for?
slime: We'd consider the offer.

What a load of #W$%$W%%%@@!!!

We visited about six properties, which seems to be the daily limit before stress hits and brains fade! Some were good, some not so good, one almost deafening in its proximity to North road, then dropped in to visit an auction for a place we’d seen previously. Twenty or so people stood around outside looking bored, four power-dressed men-in-suits tried to fire it all up. A single lone “vendor bid” from the auctioneer, then the whole “going once, twice, three times” bit (repeated twice because nobody was interested), it all ended with nothing happening and everyone walked off. Poor little real-estate people, no big fat commission today.