Everyone loves to hate estate agents. It’s a national sport: like BBQs on election day and booing at Collingwood, hating estate agents is rooted deep in our national lizard brain.
It’s easy to understand why: they don’t answer questions properly, roll up at open for inspections late in their spivvy hotted-up cars with their sunglasses way back on their smarmy foreheads, and they stand between us and the property of our dreams. They pass in homes at auction willy-nilly for much more than they’re worth, and they’re so crooked on price it’s amazing they can walk properly in their Julius Marlow laceups. Who are these underquoting bastards, anyway?
Reader, I’ll tell you who these agents are. They’re a soft target for easy, lolling Saturday night media hate and a scapegoat for lazy governments. They’re also you and I every time we sell a property, their actions and approach to marketing and negotiation…
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