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My real estate agent in Kelowna found me a doozie (doozY?)
Well I love the place anyway. It's a mobile with an addition on the side, a front and a back porch, lots o windows and a little fish pond for our puppy to drown in if he's not careful or for us to look at if we're smart about it. I think we'll choose being smart. Because nobody would choose being dumb, on purpose anyway.

So I called the bank. Who said "Nooooo this looks like your budget will be too tight" and tried to get me to buy a condo instead. What are they thinking? As if I need to name them:

THE BENEFITS OF BUYING A MOBILE HOME INCLUDE
- a lack of upstairs neighbours who can hear your puppy howling like you're beating him every time you go out for groceries without him
- a yard for your puppy to pee in as opposed to peeing in the tub (that's where apartment and condo building puppies pee isn't it?)
- a shed to keep your cool shit - like tools and gardening equipment - in
- the need to own cool shit like tools and gardening equipment
- a price tag that is about 1/5 the price tag on the condo the bank would prefer you buy
Need I go on?

Benefits aside, I can't believe I can't, but the bank doesn't believe I can afford a trailer. Or my bank doesn't anyway. Or the bitchy mortgage specialist I was referred to by my bank doesn't. Or so I thought - until I found out that my bank doesn't even finance mobile homes and the bitch really wanted a commission of my mortgage regardless, didn't care that I wanted to live in a mobile, didn't understand why I would want to live in a mobile and thought she could sell me a condo. So, now that I understand her game, I moved on. I did the thing you threaten to do, went to another bank and suddenly I can afford a trailer again.