I hosted an open house last Sunday where a man walked in, immediately asked if I could turn off the background music because it was "messing with his energy reading," then proceeded to walk through every room holding his hands out like he was detecting ghosts. He spent twenty minutes in the basement "communing with the space" and told me the house had "unresolved emotional trauma from the 1970s." I smiled and nodded because what else do you do. Then a family came through and let their kids eat orange popsicles while running through every carpeted room. I found sticky handprints on three walls and a half-melted popsicle stick wedged between the couch cushions after they left. The grand finale was a couple who spent an hour asking detailed questions about the HVAC system, the roof age, the foundation, took extensive notes, then told me they weren't actually looking to buy, they just like touring houses on weekends as a hobby. I sat in my car afterward and stress-ate an entire sleeve of crackers before I could drive home.