I am an expert assessor. There was a funny episode recently:

I came to photograph the apartment to assess under the mortgage of the bank, I walk along the house and look at the tablets, from which to which apartment in the entrance. I needed a square. 10, I see the table - Access 1: square. 1 to 12. Oh, what I need. I got up and I got 12 in my head. These apartments are also on the same floor, so I calmly call myself in the square. 12 is People open the door and I say to them:

I am taking a picture of the apartment.

Come in! ( )

Well, I did everything I needed, all the rooms passed, I photographed everything, at the exit I already ask:

Remember, what is the cost of the contract?

Under what contract?

Do you sell for how much?

We are not selling! ( )

- Wait, did I talk to you that the apartment for the bank needs to be photographed?

It doesn’t eat... (!)

Here are some clarifications, finally found out. I ask :

Why did you let me go at all?

You are so sure to come in!