So we began our second day of house hunting with a couple of townhouses that we had seen online. They were a decent price and from our drive through the neighborhood seemed to be pretty nice. We decided to make an appointment for them first thing in the morning and placed a lot of stake in them.
Were we disappointed. To say the least, they were disgusting. In the first one the carpet was destroyed, the toilets had not been cleaned (or even flushed) for a long time, it had dead roaches (which I guess was better than live ones) and the bathtubs in the house needed to be replaced because of all of the mildew. And this was just in the first house. To be polite, we decided to go to the other house the guy had across the street thinking it couldn’t be worse. It was. It was obviously in a state of being remodeled. There was no flooring, or refrigerator in the bottom portion of the house. The appliances were also very old and we had an interesting conversation about the dirty microwave with dials.
Me: “This looks pretty old. Does it still work?
Realtor: “As far as I know.”
Me: “Are you going to check before someone moves in?”
Realtor: “If it doesn’t work, someone could just tell me later.”
That’s great. I definitely want to move in somewhere and find a bunch of broken appliances in them. We then went upstairs to see the bathrooms and somehow they actually were worse than the ones in other townhouse: all the sinks had what looked like a pussy wound in the bottom that defies any explanation. However, one had what looked like recently added tile flooring. I followed Diana into the bathroom and noticed that there was a loud cracking noise. As she sat there shuffling her feet on the tile.
Me: “Is that the tile.”
Diana: “Yup.”
Me: “I’ve seen enough.”
So we quickly left the house. I asked Diana if we should cross the townhouses off our list of places to consider. In one of her more frank moments, she simply replied “Hell yes.”
Later on in the day we went to a house that we had driven by the day before and decided to give the realtor a call. This house wasn’t in much better condition. It had a deteriorated screened patio on the back, a terrible kitchen, and a bathroom with a broken toilet. The previous tenets also had painted one of the bedrooms an awful yellow color and had never heard of drop cloths or masking tape. The worst part of the house was discovered by Diana as we were leaving. She decided to bring it up with the realtor.
Diana: “It looks like there are a bunch small holes in the front door.”
Realtor: “Yeah the guys before didn’t take good care of the house.”
The holes were irregularly spaced, and splintered on one side. Unless they were breathing holes there was only explanation in our minds. I don’t know how (alleged) bullet holes could be considered “the guys before didn’t take good care of the house.”
So those were the worst. House-hunting can be quite difficult.
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