I hosted an open house last month where a guy walked in with a full rotisserie chicken. Not wrapped up, not in a bag—just holding it by the little plastic handle like he was strolling through a food court. He proceeded to tour the entire house, taking bites between rooms, and asked me with a completely straight face if the kitchen had "good energy for meal prep." There was grease on the quartz countertops. Grease on the stair railing. I found a chicken bone on the primary bedroom windowsill after he left. But the real kicker? He came back the next day for a second showing with his wife and acted like we'd never met. Didn't mention the chicken. Didn't apologize. Just walked through like a normal human being while I stood there questioning my entire career. They didn't make an offer. They said the layout "didn't flow well for entertaining." I cannot make this up. I'm now adding "no outside food" to my open house signs and I don't even care how unhinged that looks.