The Door is Open

So, it is done. We closed and are now the owners of our country house on two acres, along with a chicken coop. We are taking the first load of stuff up there in about five minutes.

Oh, do we have a story to tell you. This morning our agent had us drive all the way up to the house for a "walk through." Now I've heard of a walk through on a new house but not on an existing house. So we get up there and the family that sold us the house was still removing their stuff. We were standing in the kitchen while the seller, who's a older gentleman, was telling us about his power bill. You know how that can go. So while he's talking I am looking around the kitchen and I notice that the stove is not the same stove that was in the kitchen when we made our offer. So when he left the room, I tapped Evelyn on the arm told her and she said "the old coot switched it out."

So, we told the agent and it was going to be handled, she demanded that they return the original stove and fridge that were to come with the house (he also switched the fridge) or we'd withhold their money.

So later we're at lunch and the agent gets a call. Apparently, the old guy went up to Virginia where he had stored the pilfered appliances and was on his way back when he had an unfortunate event. Somehow, the stove fell off the back of the truck and into a ditch where it met its demise.

So instead of making off with a new stove, he ended up having to buy a new one for us and take the old one back.

So it goes.