Two Mules for Sister Sara

This title has nothing more to do with my post other than things ain't always what they seem to be.  If you are too young and missed "Two Mules" circa 1970, you need to rent it and and enjoy Clint Eastwood and Shirley MacClaine at their finest.

Had a realtor call me today.  He was a referral from one of my regular agents.

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We talked for over an hour,  I know all about the listing he wants my help on, everything he has ever sold in his 3 years as an agent, were his wife works, where he lives and the activities his daughter is involved in.  Yes, I agreed with him, establishing relationships is essential.

But I wasn't born yesterday.  Methinks, new realtor was looking for free feedback to his lackluster listing.

He seemed to want  to hire me for a consultation.  However, all he asked of me was to look at his MLS pictures and get back to him with an opinion.

I didn't go into detail but mentioned a few things like the furniture was dated and mega-sized for the rooms. We are talking oversized Herculon recliners, dark Maple dinette table and chairs in the kitchen, a formal living room with funky 60's furniture, and old quilts on the beds.  The house shows as dated and dark.

The Realtor replied he would forward the info to his clients.  "No! No! No!" is what I screamed when I  read his email.  Our conversation was confidential information between stager and realtor.  If he wants to include my opinions to the buyers, it needs to be contained in an extensive written report AFTER I've seen the property.  I am always diplomatic in my critic and give reasons to sooth the sellers ego.

I think the realtor wanted my reaction as leverage against his resistant sellers and was using me as 'free' expert information.

It is what it is, folks.  But hey,  do go out and rent "Two Mules for Sister Sara" and let me know what ya think.

Does anybody remember that movie?