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Topic: It's a Colorful World (12/03/09)
- TITLE: The Transfer
By dub W
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I rubbed my eyes. An hour of looking at pictures of “homes for sale” was giving me bleary eyes. “I don’t like pink. In fact, I don’t think I could use a pink bathroom.”
“You could paint it.”
I coughed on a sip of tea. “Better to replace tile than to paint it.” I stared at the digital frame. “Besides, the bathtub is pink. Who would put in a pink bathtub?”
My wife giggled. “Someone who likes to bathe with flamingos.”
She clicked on the next picture. The second bath seemed a shade of yellow. “Is this one better?”
I squinted, “Wow, I think it’s bright yellow.”
“Your eyes are remembering the first bathroom, this one is off white.”
“I’d have to see it, but it looks yellow to me.”
She spun in her desk chair. “The world is full of wonderful colors. Why are you such a fuddy duddy?”
“All these colors. They’re uh, too, uh.”
She pushed her glasses up on her nose. “So, a dark green and brown bathroom would be more to your taste?”
I was caught off guard. “Yeah, I suppose.”
She returned to the computer. “Last I checked they don’t sell bathtubs at Pro Bass Store.”
She shook her head. “Sheesh.”
I pointed at the monitor. “Are there any more houses on this realtor’s web page?”
“Oooh, look, here’s another one, it’s got aqua shutters.”
When I got transferred to the Florida office I expected neat stucco houses, but apparently we had clicked into a realtor with some exotic properties. “Okay, now lets look at a different real estate company, I am sure not all of Miami is decked out like that.”
“It’s all MLS, we’ll probably see about the same.” She found the web page of another approved realtor. Finally, toward evening, I called it quits. “Whew, we have seen a hundred properties on line. Let’s go to bed and resume this after church tomorrow.”
My wife clicked on the search engine. “That reminds me, I want to look at a few church sites.”
“I’m done.” I headed for the kitchen. “It never ends.”
Two weeks later we made our first official house-hunting visit to Florida. Our chosen realtor had all our information including pre approved loan forms, housing specifications, and other documents.
We exited the Miami airport passenger area and I spotted a tanned and sun glassed young woman holding a small sign with our name inscribed upon it. “Hey guys,” she shouted when I waved at her over the heads of several passengers. We managed to push our way through to where she stood.
Her free hand shot out. “I’m Molly. Gosh, it’s great to finally meet y’all in person. Welcome to Florida!"
I appreciated her friendly welcome after our cramped ride in the commercial jet.
“I’ve got three houses for us to see today, and three more tomorrow; each uniquely meeting everything you listed.”
My wife, struggling to keep up with the pace as we walked, said, “Great, schools, bathrooms, the works?”
Molly laughed. “That’s right, and more.”
As we stuffed our carry-on luggage in the trunk of Molly’s convertible I said, “you mentioned more than what we specified.”
The realtor laughed. “You’ll see.”
My wife rode in the front seat and I relaxed in the back. Truly, the warm air rushing through my hair felt great. We finally arrived at the first house, about five miles from my new office.
The realtor spoke as we drove up the driveway. “This house is exactly as you specified, plus it has a pool and lanai - the ‘more’ I was talking about.”
After living in the Northeast, the ranch syle house seemed like a cathedral. Everything was on one floor. And, there was a small pool. We admired the kitchen and living areas.
“Oh, hun, I love this house, and I’m going to love Florida.” My wife pulled on my arm.
Next, we moved down the hall to the first two bedrooms, which shared a bath; the rooms were brightly colored. Across the hall was another guest bath, with that mysterious yellow or as my wife said, “off white”.
Finally, we entered the master suite.
“Oh, this is wonderful.” My wife seemed to gush. “And the master bath?”
The realtor opened a doorway and we walked into the brightest pink bathroom I had ever seen.
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