For the love of real estate
Today I’ve been discussing with my American chums the difference between a UK sestate agent and a USA real estate agent.
It appears that the USA ‘realtor’ develops a relationship with the people who are buying a house; becomes their port of call for all things; has dinner with them, changes diapers for their baby; becomes their second child’s godparent; attends to the children’s homework; eats over on the holidays; and is forever known as one of the family after the deal is done.
In the UK, we just find some bloke or bird from an office on the high street to show us around a home, which we picked out of Thursday’s local paper, in awkward silence; they give us a few pieces of paper to look at and sign; and then off they pop back to their office and off we pop off to have a drink and never shall we meet again.
That’s the nutshell difference :)
Don’t mention the war!
I love having conversations with Americans about all sorts round this neck of the woods, and invariably the conflict between us Brits and our American cousins is brought in to play for amusing effect.
This conversation ran thus:
Me: I find DC really hard to navigate round; I always get so disorientated (not disoriented, as is the American way of saying it! ;) )
American chum: Yeah, they made it that way on purpose cos of your people….
Whether this is true or not, I applaud that quick retort!
(Note: Washington, D.C., is a planned city and in 1791, President Washington commissioned Pierre Charles L’Enfant, a French-born architect and city planner, to design the new capital, so, naturally, this encouraged the French to make it impossible for us Brits to navigate!)