“Hi, I’m calling from the real estate agency to see if you have rented your house yet for August.”
“No, I haven’t. Your office is in the village, right?”
“Yes, it is. Why?”
“Would you do me a favor? Would you go to Citarella and get me a half-pound of flounder?”
The above represents just one out of many jaw-droppingly, astonishingly stupid and funny anecdotes included in a new book, “The Hamptons Real Estate Horror Show,” penned, perhaps understandably, by Anonymous Times Two.