In the Waiting Line

The process of getting a mortgage blows. I wish I was warned of this. I had no idea how much information we’d be forced to hand over to this grumpy old cadger- I mean, mortgage broker. I feel violated and strangely exposed. Christ, the man could walk off with our entire identity and life savings.

The Cadger is a friend of the father in law, and has apparently been doing mortgages for about five hundred years. After I handed over the last pile of my personal information that included the date I lost my virginity and my first bank account, I idly wondered if mortgage brokers were forced to undergo stringent criminal background checks to ensure that they didn’t run off to the Bali Hai with our life savings.

I think when he told me yes, he was just humoring me.

1 comment June 27th, 2005