Went to view a house today. Lady opens the door, ‘hi I’m Mrs Jones, you must be Ian’. Why am I not Mr. Smith if she’s Mrs Jones? Maybe she’s not been told my surname by the estate agent when they made the booking for me to visit, in which case why didn’t she introduce herself as ‘Janet’ or ‘Doris’, whatever her Christian name is? If I’d been a bit more antagonistic I’d have said ‘no, I’m Mr Mr Smith, hello Mrs Jones’ but that was hardly the line I wanted to take, although having looked around her house I wish I had.., (Names have been changed, mainly because I can’t remember hers!!) She put me on a grumpy setting before I’d even set foot in the place!
The husband of an elderly departed Yorkshire lady asked for her headstone to be engraved with the words "Lord, she was Thine" but when the headstone was delivered it read "Lord, she was thin". The distraught husband pointed out to the Stonemason that he'd missed out the "e", who returned the stone a few days later with the amended script :- "e Lord, she was thin"
another question could be how do you deal the proper shit in life if you can’t recognise light hearted comments?
I was once in a Starbucks queue behind a guy called Gordon who was complaining that they'd written "God" on his cup (PS: not my hand, as I don’t have short stubby thumbs like that).
I think you need to take it up with the estate agents letting you down like that Mr Ian Does it really matter in the grand scheme of things Was she a nice lady other than missing out your title She may well have forgotten your surname
I think "grumpy setting" is allowed when dealing with most estate agents. I went to see a house the other day, which when arrived, turned out to be 2 miles from the dot on the location map and wasnt even the house in the advert id responded to. It was the house opposite that was a completely different design and still being built. The estate agent certainly experienced my grumpy setting i can tell you lol.
One fella gets stressed about the method he is greeted with and the other because he gets lost. Yeah, let's turn it into a thread to slag estate agents, that's a great idea. Guess what I did very well for 30 years
Me and Mrs. Jones We got a thing goin' on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong To let it go now. 'hi I’m Mrs Jones, you must be Ian' must be one of those new fangled remixed versions, or something to do with repairing washing machines.....
