House, closed!
Let me preface this entry by saying that my wife (Kiley) is a firecracker. She used to be much worse but she has softened over the years. As witnessed yesterday though - she's still got it and it just takes a nudge to bring it back to life. All names have been changed to protect...well, me.
So we closed on our house yesterday. The dofus mortgage guy (we'll call him "Joe" for this story) that never remembered anything about our loan screwed up our paperwork and they tried to tell us it was going to be 3 more days for them to re-draft the paperwork and we'd have to drive back out to Fort Worth to close again. I started saying something to the effect of, "NO NO NO! We went thru this with him over and ov-" when suddenly Kiley's head erupted. She gathered herself and calmly says, "Get Scott on the phone. Now." She didn't even give him a chance to say hello before she tee'd off on him. I interlocked my fingers behind my head and kicked my feet up on the table and just pittied that poor fool. Kiley did some of her finest work on him and I imagine him curled up in the fetal position by the time she was finished. At one point he said, "You know, you're not my only customer". I don't understand why some people openly invite tortuous pain on their well-being. Kiley was unphased by his pathetic attempt at a defense and remained in the zone with the snappy return, "Oh, you've made quite evident by showing your lack of ability to handle our account, Scott." When all was said and done, Scott had a new hole torn with surgical precision and we had our paperwork signed and were on our way to pick up the keys to our new house.
So we closed on our house yesterday. The dofus mortgage guy (we'll call him "Joe" for this story) that never remembered anything about our loan screwed up our paperwork and they tried to tell us it was going to be 3 more days for them to re-draft the paperwork and we'd have to drive back out to Fort Worth to close again. I started saying something to the effect of, "NO NO NO! We went thru this with him over and ov-" when suddenly Kiley's head erupted. She gathered herself and calmly says, "Get Scott on the phone. Now." She didn't even give him a chance to say hello before she tee'd off on him. I interlocked my fingers behind my head and kicked my feet up on the table and just pittied that poor fool. Kiley did some of her finest work on him and I imagine him curled up in the fetal position by the time she was finished. At one point he said, "You know, you're not my only customer". I don't understand why some people openly invite tortuous pain on their well-being. Kiley was unphased by his pathetic attempt at a defense and remained in the zone with the snappy return, "Oh, you've made quite evident by showing your lack of ability to handle our account, Scott." When all was said and done, Scott had a new hole torn with surgical precision and we had our paperwork signed and were on our way to pick up the keys to our new house.
