Someone Who Won't Be My Realtor

I grabbed this flyer off of Diagonally Upstairs Neighbor's car this morning [if you need it back, DUN, let me know]. I couldn't resist. I mean, really, what kind of person papers a neighborhood with advertisements without proofreading them first?

Answer: Someone Who Will Never Be My Realtor!

I won't point out the mistake ... see if you can find it!


*smooches*

Comments

  1. Tomokito2:01 PM

    address? price?

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  2. goblinbox2:08 PM

    "A Open," "Uint."

    Nice work, realitor. *bwahahaha!*

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  3. Anonymous2:38 PM

    I see a (an) big one, and didn't read further to find more. I caught Collin's cold and am home sick today. It sucks. Will call you tonight if you're home.
    s

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  4. Chelsea2:51 PM

    Bah. If the Realtor can't find a few glaring typos, there's no way you can trust him/her to suss out the little things you'd love about a house.

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  5. dykewife10:34 PM

    grammar and spelling are very important to a successful business. someone who lets something like that escape the office needs to be chastised severely

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  6. Anonymous5:27 PM

    Oye. No predecessor to a vowel? For shame.

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  7. Only me12:18 AM

    It Are A Uinique One. Love it!

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