Repent for your sins!
With the credit crunch forcing cash-strapped Britons to abandon ownership of their shoebox-sized homes for actual shoe boxes, nobody is happier than you, the stygian-souled Letting Agent.
“Wait,” you say. “I provide an essential service that assists both inept landlords and overwhelmed tenants navigate the all-too tasking world of property lettings.”
Ha. What wretched things you must imagine while you pleasure yourself to sleep on a huge pile of your victims’ sorrow.
I’ll always remember the way “Bruce” showed me around the “suite” mentioning the extra-environmental heating system, the new coat of paint, the brand new furnishings… then casually mentioning the small matter of the agency fee: £240… for 15 minutes of “work.” Ah, that’s how you can afford that new BMW.
It should provide me a bit of solace to think that a few people are profiting off the misfortune of others… but it doesn’t.
Fergis T. McGillicuddy