OMG shoot me

We bought a house. You got your commission. We had you over for the housewarming. We let you take people’s names & email addresses. We let you put together the world’s crappiest photo book of our house and send it to people on our behalf. Now, just stop damn calling me. We are done. No, I don’t know ANYONE else on the planet who needs a realtor, and for fuck’s sake, I’m a hair’s breath from telling you off. Trust me, I understand your business depends on referrals better than you know. I work with helping realtors market themselves EVERY DAMN DAY. Why don’t you stop harassing the shit out of me and listen to the words I am actually telling you. You want a website? You want tips for your business cards? You want tips on taking photos for a real fucking photo tour? Great, but stop asking me for names, numbers or email addresses of friends and family.

Jesus. H. Christ. On. A. Cracker. Whatever. That. Means. Too. Pissy. To. Make. Sense.