I spent two months working with a buyer who rejected every single house because of the neighbors. Not because she met them. Not because they were loud or had issues. She would sit in her car outside each property for twenty minutes "observing the energy of the street" and then tell me she couldn't live next to people who clearly didn't maintain their lawn edges properly or had the wrong color trash bins. We finally found a house she loved. Perfect layout, updated kitchen, huge backyard, great price. She was ready to make an offer. Then she noticed the neighbor had a basketball hoop in their driveway. "Children," she said, like she was identifying a pest infestation. I reminded her she told me she wanted a family-friendly neighborhood. She said she wanted families who kept their children indoors and invisible, like in the 1950s. She's now on her third agent. I know because two of them have called me asking what they're dealing with. I just laughed and wished them luck.