I spent four months with a buyer who rejected 23 houses. Twenty-three. Too many stairs, too few windows, weird neighbor vibes, didn't like the way the street curved. Finally, we found "the one." Perfect layout, great neighborhood, priced right. She was ready to make an offer. Then she called me at 10 PM to say she'd driven by at night and the streetlight in front of the house "cast an ominous shadow" on the driveway. Deal breaker. Completely done. Two weeks later, she texts me a listing link. It's the same house. Wants to know if I think it's still available and if we can see it again because she "can't stop thinking about it." I checked. It sold. To someone who presumably made peace with the streetlight. She then asked if I could reach out to the new owners to see if they'd be interested in selling. They'd owned it for six days. I told her I'd look into it and then took a very long lunch. I'm still on that lunch mentally.