The apartment hunt, day 3.

After blitz-calling a million realtors and Craigslist randos last night (and continuing to chase down the difficult ones all afternoon), Sarah and I have got a pretty solid schedule down for our 24-hour apartment-hunting extravaganza.* Tonight we're checking out a few places in Williamsburg with a potentially crazy Craigslist lady whose name I have forgotten and who insisted upon meeting us at the intersection of South 3rd and Roebling rather than inside an actual building. I'm not quite sure where she's taking us, but I hope that she is not a sociopath.

After perhaps getting slain underneath the BQE by Craiglist Lady, we're going to look at a place in Park Slope. We were hoping to see two other Park Slope apartments tonight - but one of them is being rented by huge flake named Dawn and the other was listed by a skeevy realtor who refuses to show apartments to anyone uwilling to sign a lease immediately (does that not make any sense to anyone else?). So we're down to one place in Park Slope - potentially two if we ever find Dawn again.

This would be a lot easier if the real estate world was not run by crazies.

*I might have created and shared a Google calendar outlining all of our visits, complete with each realtor's contact information, the price and location of each apartment, and which (if any) utilities are included in the monthly rent. I wonder if there are any padded cells for rent on Bedford Avenue.