I hosted an open house last Sunday and a family of five showed up with what I can only describe as "theme park energy." The kids immediately started opening every closet and cabinet like they were hunting for Narnia, the dad asked if the sellers would throw in the mounted TV *and* the patio furniture, and the mom spent twenty minutes in the primary bathroom taking selfies in the mirror. Meanwhile, their dog—yes, they brought a dog—found its way into the backyard and started digging near the flowerbeds. When I politely mentioned that pets typically stay outside or in the car, the dad looked at me like I'd suggested they leave behind a child. They stayed for over an hour. Asked zero questions about the actual house. No square footage, no HOA fees, no school district info. Nothing. Just vibes and destruction. As they left, the mom grabbed two cookies, looked me dead in the eyes, and said, "We're really just killing time until our new build is ready." I smiled, said "Great meeting you," and then sat in my car for fifteen minutes questioning every choice that led me to this career.