Comic Relief

I survived my first weekend of real estate school. In this course, they try to cram as much information they can in back to back days. There's a lot to learn and, basically, at the end of the second day my brain was tired.

The class was made up of mostly women, several know it all's, and a couple of men. There were a few of us, that pretty much knew nothing. At all. I was just glad that I wasn't the only one that was clueless.

There is a particularly funny man in the class. He is hispanic and speaks with a heavy accent. He has a way of asking questions that takes 3 times and 3 different ways of asking them, to actually ask them. Usually, his wife would jump in and ask it in a way everyone would understand. His name is Rene. Remember this. It will come in handy in a minute.

It was during the second day, that the instructor had been going on and on about what an agent should and shouldn't do. What is morally and ethically wrong. There is not much room for humor, in this chapter, and everyone was getting antsy and ready for a break. He gave this example on the need for actual facts, and not opinions:

"Let's say Rene is my agent and I ask him if the house is in a safe neighborhood. He tells me that it is safe and I buy the house. Two weeks later, my house is broken into and vandalized. I call Rene and ask him why he told me that it is a safe neighborhood."

Rene interrupts him and says,

"Hey, I'm from Mexico. Of course, I thought it was safe."

Everyone loves a comedian. Especially one that can make fun of himself.