I received a lowball offer so ridiculous last month that I genuinely checked if it was April Fool's Day. The house was listed at $485,000—priced competitively, move-in ready, updated kitchen, the whole package. The offer? $310,000. But wait, it gets better. The buyer's agent called me beforehand to "prepare me" and actually said, "My clients feel the market is shifting and want to position themselves accordingly." Position themselves? For what, a time machine back to 2012? The best part was the three-page letter attached explaining why the house was overpriced, citing "comparable sales" from a completely different neighborhood in a different school district. One of their comps was a foreclosure that had been gutted by the previous owner. I had to call my seller and read it with a straight voice. She was silent for a solid ten seconds before asking, "Is this a joke?" I told her I wished it was. We countered at full price just to make a point. They came back at $315,000 like they'd made some grand concession. I need a drink.