My seller called me seventeen times in one day because she saw a car slow down in front of her house and nobody got out. She was convinced this meant the market had crashed and we needed to drop the price by fifty thousand dollars immediately. When I tried to explain that people sometimes just look at houses from the street, she started crying and said I didn't understand the "energy shift" happening in real estate. The next morning she texted me at 5:47 AM asking if we should stage the garage because she read an article about how millennials care about garage aesthetics. By noon she wanted to fire me because a neighbor told her we priced too low. By dinner she was apologizing and asking if I thought she should bake cookies for showings. I spent more time managing her emotional spiral than I did actually marketing the property. We got a full-price offer three weeks later and she told everyone at closing that selling was "actually pretty easy" and she "basically did it herself." I smiled and deposited my check.