I showed a couple 47 homes over four months. Forty-seven. I kept a spreadsheet. They found something wrong with every single one. Too close to a road. Too far from a road. Backyard faced east. Backyard faced west. One house they loved everything about except the neighbor had a basketball hoop in their driveway and they were worried about "noise." Finally, they put in an offer on house number 48. We got it accepted, they were thrilled, I was thrilled, I could finally see my family on Saturdays again. Then two days before the inspection, they sent me a link to a house three streets over that just hit the market. "We think we should look at this one first, just to be sure." I said nothing for a full thirty seconds. They're still looking. I handed them off to a new agent in my office who I pretend to like. He doesn't know what's coming. I sleep better now. Sometimes I drive past house number 48 and wave to the lovely young couple who bought it three days after my clients backed out.