The seller was growing red in the face; the expression “boiling mad” completely fit his demeanor. As my client and I chatted with the bank lawyer and tried to ignore the contretemps on the other side of the table, we heard the seller explode. “RELAX? YOU WANT ME TO RELAX? HOW ABOUT YOU HIT ME OVER THE HEAD WITH THE STICK YOU HAVE IN YOUR ASS, AND THEN I MIGHT RELAX!”
Shortly after this exchange, the title company decided not to hold escrow.