…so it’s time for Friday Fictioneers!
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A luxury residency the agent called it as he strutted around clipboard in hand, me in tow.
“Look at that, look at this, look up here, look out there!”
I obediently looked at that, this, here, and out there. It was an, erm, interesting view!
“A pontist’s dream” he gushed pointing at the bridges spanning the river.
“A what-ist?” I asked. He ignored me and continued.
”This room’s lovely, that one’s spacious, this one’s…”. I could hardly keep up!
“Isn’t it wonderful?” he bellowed.
“It’s not for me”, I muttered, looking for the door.
Was it that door or this door…
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Roger Bultot for another window picture – he offered us a different window on February 1st 2017, and the story I wrote then is right HERE!
Prod a Froggie to join in the fun! 
Not your cup of tea
The kitchen was not suited to my tea-making requirements!
Lol!
He was so enthusiastic. I happen to be knowledgeable enough about romance languages to take for granted that a pontist must be a fan of bridges?
I do believe that pont est le français pour le bridge, though I could be mauvais!
Certainly is. Le pont. Here pont suspendu. Like le pont suspendu de Tancarville near Le Havre.
I had not heard the word ‘pontist’ before. Thank you for the introduction.
Modest accommodations trumps lavish digs anyday in my thinking.👍
I asked Googley if there was a word for a bridge enthusiastic and there it was! With you digs-wise.
Awesomeness 👌
Don’t blame you. A view like that I’d pass up, too.
I’ll stick to what I’ve got!
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Pontist!
That’s him!
A friend once tried to wrangle me into her real estate business, saying I’d make a fortune in commissions. Unless you’re wired for that type of high-pressured selling job, similar to a slick car salesperson, it’s not enviable work. I turned her down and never regretted my decision. But who knows? Every salesperson needs to be a bit of a storyteller, don’t you think?
Funny you should mention this because most of my working life involved selling, from cars to kitchens! I also got involved in sales training and wrote several papers on The Art of Selling. Perhaps that explains why I’m now a storyteller!
Now that’s a coincidence! I did get involved in selling cosmetics for a while but it’s just not the line of work I enjoy. Too stressful. I’d rather write about it than do to!
Glad you didn’t give in to the marketing glib.
Pontist, hmmmm my vocab has been enriched today. 🙂
Happy December, Keith.
Great to see you back Natasha! I’m not sure how useful you’ll find your newly acquired word though!
*Loved your pictures of Istanbul.
Thanks for the little tips re Turkey. 😊
Guess what Van Gogh experience is coming to India !!!!!
🥹☺️☺️
I really hope you get that you see it, it’s simply amazing to find yourself right inside his paintings!
poor chap, his charms and glibness didn’t work. but i commend him for trying. 🙂
Better luck next time! Cheers plaridel.
I don’t know. The pontists might be onto something. It might be nice to look out one’s window and know how traffic is going to be.
A very good point!
Pontist was a lovely touch
Thanks Neil.
A well communicated scene of two distinct people!
From different sides of the river!
Ha so well described I could visualise you tripping after him – I think I may be a bit of a pontist but usually the ancient type 🙂
I assume you don’t mean you are an ancient pontist!
haha – wasn’t thinking that way…. but I am getting there!! 🙂
Somewhere in my dark and dank memory, this excellent and well planned story seems true to my experience. I like how you told this one, Keith. 🙂
Intriguing! Now I’m wondering which side you were on!
🙂 Wonder on, Keith.
Thank you Keith for this and the stardust from your 2017 fairy.
Thanks for visiting both of my tales Susan!
Luxury is not for everyone!
Very true Iain!
The luxury residency seems a bit overwhelming. Sometimes it’s just too much. Hopefully, he can find his way out.
I hope so too, it wouldn’t suit me!
Trapped! Of course the door dilemma is strategy. You’ll only find your way out when you sign the contract. Great fun.
An astute salesperson!
Haha! He’ll be walking into a closet won’t he?
…and then have trouble finding the way out!
I guess changing the way you look at this and that, isn’t making this or that change. 😁
Erm…oh yes, I see what you mean!
I really dislike pushy salespeople. Fun story!
Thanks so much. You wouldn’t have liked me a few years ago! Been there, done that, spent the commission!
Me too, back in the day!
Dear Keith,
The realtor’s quite the salesman, isn’t he? As frantic as he is to make the sale, I have to wonder what’s really wrong with the place. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I guess we have our own idea of what makes a perfect place!
Do they really think if they whiz you around from room to room you’ll be dizzy enough to sign?
That kind of pushy exuberance can begin to grate in a very short amount of time. I always preferred to look at homes alone or with a loved one, not the one out to make the commission.