I set up for an open house last Saturday like I always do—fresh flowers, soft music, cookies in the oven. Twenty minutes in, an older gentleman walks through the front door, nods at me, and immediately starts opening every single cabinet in the kitchen. Not looking inside them. Opening them and leaving them open. Every. Single. One. Then he moves to the bathrooms and does the same thing. Medicine cabinets, vanity drawers, linen closet. I finally ask if he's looking for something specific and he goes, "Just checking the hinges. You can tell a lot about a house by its hinges." He then spent forty-five minutes testing hinges throughout the entire house, wrote nothing down, asked zero questions about price or square footage, and left without taking a flyer. I found out later from a neighbor who stopped by that he does this at every open house in the area. Every single one. He's not buying. He's never buying. He just really, really cares about hinges. I stood there rearranging cookies for two more hours and didn't get a single legitimate lead.