Real Estate

Today I agreed to help my dad with an open house. Being the realtor that he is and the market the way it's going, it's the least I can do to sit in this condo and let people have a look. This isn't the first time I've done this for my dad, it's easy and helpful. Only today? I'm sitting in a condo that has been foreclosed. My dad is selling on behalf of a bank (which will remain nameless). I feel like I'm sitting in a real, live example of the recession. And to make it even better? Apparently now I am babysitting someone's cat. This young fellow told me not to let it go outside. He made no effort to introduce himself and didn't tell me the cat's name. So now I am calling it "Kitty." And this whole place smells like cat pee, my dad even said so himself. Lucky for me I can steal internet here! Boy, what a morning.