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Alright, let me tell ya ’bout this Mel and Susan, the fancy pants couple. Heard they got a big ol’ house, real big, like a castle or somethin’. They call it a “mansion,” sounds like somethin’ outta them fairy tales my grandkids watch. This mansion, it’s in a place called Beverly Park, sounds posh, huh? Never been there myself, probably too many rules and folks starin’ at ya.
Now, they sayin’ this house is 18,000 square feet. Can ya believe that? That’s like a whole village squished into one house! And they want $47.5 million for it. Million! I ain’t never seen that much money in my life. Heck, I ain’t seen a thousand dollars all at once, let alone millions. What do ya even do with that much money? Probably buy more fancy houses, I reckon.
- Big House: 18,000 square feet, they say. That’s a whole lotta room for just two folks, maybe three if they got a dog or somethin’.
- Fancy Place: Beverly Park. Sounds like a place where they got them sprinklers goin’ all day and night, wastin’ water if ya ask me.
- Lots of Rooms: Five bedrooms, they say. What in the world do they need five bedrooms for? Do they sleep in a different room every night? Silly, if ya ask me. And eleven bathrooms! Eleven! I got one bathroom, and it works just fine.
- Big Bucks: $47.5 million. That’s more money than all the corn in Iowa, I betcha.
This Mel fella, he used to be the big cheese at somethin’ called RSV Sport Inc. Sounds sporty, like them fellas runnin’ around in shorts. And he started a jeans company, too, “l.e.i.” Jeans, huh? Everybody wears jeans these days. Guess he made a pile of money sellin’ ’em. They say he sold that RSV company for $310 million. Land sakes, that’s enough money to buy a whole town, not just a house.
Now, this house, they call it the Geliebter mansion, guess that’s their last name. Fancy name for fancy folks. It’s got all the fixin’s, I bet. Them fancy bathrooms with the gold faucets and the big tubs, and the kitchens with the shiny stoves and refrigerators that talk to ya. Probably got a room just for shoes, too. City folk and their crazy ways.
I saw some pictures online, sneaked a peek when my grandson wasn’t lookin’. The place is all fancy and modern, not like my cozy little house. Big windows, shiny floors, and furniture that looks like it came from outer space. They got a pool, too, big enough to swim laps in. I ain’t never swam laps in my life, just paddled around in the creek when I was a kid.
Beverly Park, where this mansion sits, it’s gotta be somethin’ else. I bet they got guards at the gate and folks drivin’ around in them fancy cars. Not like here, where everybody knows everybody and ya leave your door unlocked. Probably got rules for everything, too. Can’t hang your laundry out to dry, can’t have chickens in the yard, can’t sit on the porch and watch the cars go by. What kinda life is that?
So, Mel and Susan Geliebter, they sellin’ their big ol’ house. Guess they want somethin’ even bigger, or maybe they just tired of all them rooms. Who knows what rich folks do with their money and their time. Me, I’m happy with my little house and my garden. Don’t need no millions or no fancy mansions. Just need a roof over my head and food on the table, that’s all that matters.
And all them bathrooms, eleven of ’em! What a waste, I say. Think of all the water they usin’. And the electricity, keepin’ that big house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Seems like a lot of fuss to me. Give me a good ol’ wood-burnin’ stove any day.
Anyways, that’s the story of Mel and Susan Geliebter and their big fancy house. Hope they find somebody to buy it, somebody with enough money to pay the bills. Me, I’ll stick to my simple life. It ain’t fancy, but it’s mine, and that’s all that matters. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll buy myself a new pair of jeans, not from them l.e.i. fellas, but from the store down the road. Jeans are jeans, no matter who makes ’em.
Tags: [Mel Geliebter, Susan Geliebter, Beverly Park, Mansion, Luxury Real Estate, l.e.i., RSV Sport Inc., For Sale, High-End Home, Los Angeles Real Estate]
