Don't Judge a Book...

One morning a young man dressing in a white crisp shirt and blue trousers walked in a realtors office and requested that he be shown a relatively spacious house with about five rooms, a nice lawn and back yard and if it were double storey it would be a plus point. He assured the realtor not to be picky or choosy and money was no object and to rather show him the most expensive house he could as long as it fit the profile. The realtor who had been sick for quite some while called a number of his clients and re scheduled the already re scheduled appointments. He lost a few potential clients due to that but as he thought he had struck gold with this young man who seemed to be loaded he assumed he’d make up any loss he could have faced that day. He took the client out side his office and was surprised to see that the client drove a BMW. This factor only added to the realtor’s joy and he happily sat with the customer and left for the first house location.

The client looked the house up and down leaving no stone un-turned and finally said he’d like to see another. The realtor only to happy to please left with him to another location which the client also inspected with great yet annoying detail. The whole day just seemed to drift by and the realtor was getting angry and also quite tired as he was not quite over his illness. Yet to make sure he struck a deal with this client he went on and on moving from location to location. Every time he left with the client he found it odd that the client avoided taking roads that were highly watched by the police. Finally reaching a house which was last on his list he told the client that he’d love this house. The client went in and again observed the whole house. While the client was still observing the toilets the realtor saw that a lot of cops had come and collected outside the house in the street and they also had a van with them from the mental institution. He went up stairs and knocked on the door telling the client that they may be a problem so they should leave the house.

The door knock was harder the second time with which opened up a bit and he saw the client was standing on the opposite side of the widow. He ran towards the client who started to laugh loudly. Confused by all this the realtor went down stairs and watched the trained personnel from the mental institution man handle the client down and secure him in side the van. Upon inquiring from the police the realtor found out that the so called client was actually a clinically insane man who had escaped from the institution. He further found out that the man had been diagnosed with severe OCD and split personality disorder. The realtor hearing this fainted.