I spent an entire Sunday driving a buyer around to twelve different properties. Twelve. We started at 9 AM and didn't finish until after 6 PM. I skipped lunch. I smiled through every single showing even when she spent forty-five minutes measuring closet depths with a tape measure she brought from home. At the end of the day, exhausted and starving, I asked her what she thought. She looked me dead in the eyes and said she wasn't actually ready to buy yet, she just wanted to "get a feel for the market" before she decides whether to maybe start looking seriously next year. Next year. Then she asked if I could send her listings every day so she can "stay informed" and wanted to know if I'd be available to show her more homes next weekend. For educational purposes. I sat in my car in a grocery store parking lot for twenty minutes after dropping her off, eating a gas station hot dog and questioning every career decision I've ever made. My husband asked how my day went and I just started laughing. Couldn't stop for like three minutes.