On my terms! Beware bankers…

There used to be a day when applying for a mortgage was dead-on nerve-wrecking. The tighten-up, 50-something banker in a dark dress looked over the desk at the diminishing applicant with the eyes of a head-principal. No? Yes? No? Maybe. The sound of paper. The keyboard. A claustrophobic room.

If the computer said yes, you’re in heaven. Dreams will become true (as soon as stacks of papers difficult to understand has been processed and signed). If the computer said no…