You know that just yesterday I got ghosted . By a potential tenant . Yes, I know, that sentence alone sounds ridiculous. Ghosting belongs in dating stories, not property transactions. But here we are. He had said he’d come to sign the contract. I waited. No show. No text. No sorry-I-can’t-make-it message. Just silence . Fine, I thought, maybe he changed his mind. I moved on and carried on with life. Then today, plot twist. He showed up at my in-laws’ house, ready to sign the contract . Okay. That’s new. Since I lived 50 km away, so my father in law handled him. And then he called, said that he could only pay for three months instead of eight. Okay, I can understand flexibility. But then came the kicker: he wanted to move in tomorrow (yes, TOMORROW), even though he’d only be able to pay on November 16 which is 10 days AFTER that. Like, seriously? I might be an INFJ , but even my empathy has limits. How do you even process a request like tha...
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