Personal Narrative: My First Experience As An Estate Agent

Pawn brokers are hard faced and disbelieving for a reason, they basically think that everyone who walks into their shops are liars due to that fact they have been subjected to it for years . When I became an estate agent it wasn't long before I discovered peoples' natural mistrust, but what was more disconcerting was the lies people told me. I learned the hard way at a cost.
They say when we are born we have only two fears the fear of falling and the fear of being alone. Our parents, coupled with our environment (the people we associate with, our music and the literature we read), as we grow older, dictate what we fear.
A mix bag of fears come from people purchasing property and usually those fears are caused by one person, the Estate Agent or at least the misconception that they are all crooks twissling their moustaches waiting to rip you off.

On the Costa Blanca at the beginning of the century and up until around 2007, you was never more than ten feet from an estate agent.
My first experience with an Estate Agent's tour was in the late 80s, Loire valley France. Starting at the Brittany ferry terminal in Portsmouth.
I had purchased property in England, but this type of Estate agent was a different animal and in those days they weren't as infamous as they are today. The advertisement in the exchange and mart read: property viewing trips £99 for a week, including travel and hotel.
Our escort, a middle-age Englishman who wouldn't of look out of place selling second-hand motors from an east-end car sales forecourt, crammed us into his mini-bus with five other people. I was starting to become