Real Estate Is Officially Dead

OK, I am walking down Wall Street this morning and since the W hotel on 90 West
Street has today as their kick off to sell apartments to the public there are
hot "W Girls" on every corner all dressed in tight black outfits yelling out to
everyone one there is free coffee and drinks and bagels and muffins at every
coffee stand downtown to celebrate the W's selling of apartments today. So I get
on line at the coffee cart that is all decked out in "W" ads and while I am
waiting the 5ft 9in, 120 pound, early 20's blonde named Kaila starts selling to
me. She tells me to come on over today for the tour as there is a free open bar
all day, top shelf, and free food. It is a big party and they will be showing
off the apartments. OK, so I bite and I ask how much is one.  She said "around
a million, but there are opening day prices today, so today only you can get a
deal and get it for less than a million." I said that sounds interesting, so
maybe I will stop by. Then Kaila tells me "well, why don't you stop by at 2pm,
as I will be there. Me and you can party at the bar and then I will give you the
tour and see if I can hook you up with a good deal." By now my free coffee and
roll has arrived and I wish Kaila goodbye and she gives me a friendly wave from
across the street and yells out "don't forget to meet me at the bar at 2pm!"

WOW - even time shares don't have that hard a sell.

I can't wait till some married guy comes home tonight with the smell of vodka on
his breath, caviar stains on his sleeve, and lipstick on his collar having to
tell his wife he just bought a studio apt in NYC for 950K at lunchtime.

Today is the official death of REAL ESTATE!

John