Katy Klein Out of the Cupboard
Katy Klein was born two months ago to help a friend out. This friend had serious doubts about a real estate agent he was trying to deal with. He asked me if I could go to an Open For Inspection to check it out. Of course you can’t go to an OFI and give them your real name and number (unless you are actually interested in the property). As a wet-behind-the-gills young thing I had initially done that when I commenced my house search. Getting legions of calls about insurance products I didn’t want quickly led to me becoming a Sharon, Vanessa or something a little more outlandish like Myrtle. I like to spell them out with interesting spelling variations for a little more authenticity.
I also enjoy signing visitors books around the world with names of famous Australians, it just makes me laugh every single time. Overhearing a family discuss whether Nicole Kidman had indeed visited a small museum in the back end of Mexico was just hilarious.
So on the way to the OFI I came up with my Nom de Guerre to add a little spice to my undercover work. Unfortunately the agent was well versed in the duplicitous arts herself and I suspect she was on to me. I’ve never seen an agent provide so little information before, despite fairly active questioning. What was interesting is that she did provide a lot of information to another chappie who I guessed was the other party interested in the property. She even went so far as to disclose my friend’s offer to him. Something I am fairly sure is completely unethical if not illegal. Luckily Katy Klein has very big ears and my friend got the heads up (if not the property).
I’m not sure if it helped my friend out very much but it did make for a fun afternoon. And when I decided that I wanted to have a bit of a chat blog-wise, naming it was easy.