Once we got into escrow, the fun started. The buyers chose a loan program from Union Bank. And we have all now learned that Union Bank is really, really slow to get things done. And they want a ton of financial info from buyers, naturally. The loan and escrow looked like they were going to close a week late. The listing agent, who moved to New York City in the middle of the transaction, was fine with that. Or so he said.
Well, he wasn't so fine with it after all, especially when it looked like it was going to close two weeks late because of the bank. Nobody likes this, by the way, and I've been on the other side of this, too. He began to have tantrums, complete with insults and name-callings. He wrote long, rambling emails IN ALL CAPS to both my manager and me and declared that we were responsible for all ills in the world, including the derailment of the middle east peace process. (Good to know.) We were thankful that he was 3000 miles away!
Anyway, it closed; thankfully we've heard nothing more from the listing agent. I wish Carly and Ulises much happiness.
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