There's a pineapple waiting in Hell for my realtor

Here's a little update on my mother's house. The deal fell through. Apparently the woman had a car accident and her car was totalled. She has to use the closing money to get another car, so the deal is off. The really funny part is that my realtor has known this for a week, and has had the paperwork to cancel the deal since then. Has he called me? No! Emailed? No...sent a passenger pigeon? Hell no! Kim, my younger sister, offered to deal with the real estate stuff for the estate, so she has been the one he has been in (non) communication with. We hadn't heard anything on the inspection that was supposed to have happened last Tuesday, so she called him Sunday. He told her some big whopper about still trying to make the deal happen.... Today, she decided to call the other woman's agent and got the real story. Amazing. sigh....

There is a daily pineapple waiting for him in hell. (If you haven't seen "Little Nicky", you won't understand that reference :-O)

Off to get proposals from new realtors, because ours is FIRED! Needless to say, I am not a happy camper...no sir, not one bit.