Broker from Hell!

As many of you can probably imagine, I hate living in the dorms. Not only do I hate living in the dorms but all of my friends do too. At the beginning of last year we decided that we wanted to live in an apartment. The time was now so we began our search. My mom thought it would be a good idea to bring in a broker because she has more experience than any of us in apartment hunting. Boy, was she wrong.

This woman, named Kristine, brought us to the most run down apartments I've ever seen. There were some instances where there were bugs crawling out of the drain, rooms that were smaller than Harry Potter's cupboard and other situations of the like. The worst part of it was she'd bring us to places that she couldn't get into and would beg the people currently living in it to let us in or rapping on the door for 10 minutes consecutively until one of us would suggest leaving. Some of the places we saw looked like literal fun houses. It was awful and we couldn't get rid of her. We decided to ditch her but she wouldn't let us go. She would call us and text us constantly with a new "apartment find" that was nothing but worse than the last. This woman was a nut. We found it much more productive for us to just go out on our own.

As a classic NYC moment, this is one I'll never forget. Take it from me ladies and gents, stay away from the broker. They'll do anything to get a buck. On the bright side, we recently found our apartment and signed the lease for it just now! Look at all of our happy faces.