I told Berto when we were here on the second floor -- when the electrical flaws revealed themselves to him -- that I was over this property. But not because of the electric, although that seemed like the kind if a thing a person could check out before they put a house on the market, so it seemed flim-flammy, but no, no.
What insulted me was that two of the ($$) Anderson windows had not been correctly installed. To make the windows close & latch, this guy didn't fasten the keep part of the latch down to the sash all the way. So, essentially, the window was shimmed-up on the screw threads.
I mean, what? AND the window was still cracked open, so it wasn't even fully-functional with this boneheaded fix! I told Berto, "We have all been dishonored! I will challenge this nitwit to a duel! Also, we're rescinding, so let's get out of here!!"
Berto told me the same thing our realtor would tell us later, although Berto was a damn lot less blamey, that usually landlords don't usually worry about these things in an investment property. Ok, whatever, so why doesn't this genius keep this awesome building & rent it out himself? Jerk. God sees what these people do. We won't let a place we wouldn't live in.
NO PETS ALLOWED.