House hunt a bust

Yesterday Stef and I went on an adventure to see a house. It was listed as a 2 bdrm house on trendy 17th etc. We drove down 17th for a very long time. The trendy part of 17th stopped at least 5 blocks back. But still not bad, a nice area. We pull around the corner, quality starts to go down but still not bad. We are looking around and can only see apartment blocks. Weird. Start walking down the street. "Oh, there is a house". We couldn't see it cause it was overgrown with bushes and trees. We walk through the forrest to see a house that couldn't look more run down with bare wood showing everywhere, unpainted for a least 10 years and the shingles were falling off. And then we see the sign on the top floor saying "For Rent". So... it is not a house but a suite in the house great. We have pretty much ruled the place out by this point. So we get to the door and I ring the door bell, but there are two, so I ring them both. A very friendly but slightly dodgey looking fellow opens the door. He is the main floor tenant. He says that he will give the landlord a call and tell them that we are here. After a couple minutes (of Stef snooping around the side of the house) he comes back to say that it has been rented and the guys it not coming. How rude. Was I just supposed to guess that it was rented - thanks for the telephone call!