"I always find things," said Jerry our inspector, "so don't worry." Yeah right. Remember, we don't know how to fix things. That's what landlords are for. He started on the rooftop. Pretty much okay there. Gutters? Not up to snuff. We need to extend them, clear them. Let the water flow. Piping in basement? Problematic. Rust and corrosion. Put replacement on the to-do list. Boiler? A crusty old bastard. Good "flame" but like a car with 90,000 miles. Upstairs whirlpool tub? After Jerry turned it on, a faint trail of moisture appeared on the living room wall. Leaking, ever so slightly. No way to fix without open chest surgery to diagnose and fix. This issue would hold us up from locking in a mortgage rate, which will now cost a couple of hundred bucks a year. First life lesson learned buying a house: Never, ever buy a whirlpool tub. They all leak, and they never get used (which is why the owners didn't know that it leaked). What's a matter with warm, still water? Or, a shower for that matter? In the end, Jerry said that the house has "good bones," which is a nice thing to hear. I don't know what our grade was, but we passed the inspection test.
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