My seller accepted an offer $15K over asking. We were celebrating. Then the inspection report came back with a few minor issues — we're talking a loose doorknob and a recommendation to clean the gutters. Normal stuff. Easy fixes. This woman called me sobbing like someone had condemned the property. "They're going to walk! They're going to sue! Should I just take it off the market?" Ma'am, they asked for a $200 credit for weatherstripping. I spent forty-five minutes talking her off the ledge. Thought we were good. Then she called back two hours later because she'd been "doing research" and convinced herself the inspector missed hidden mold, even though he literally didn't find any mold. She wanted to hire a second inspector to inspect before the buyers' inspector could "find something worse." I finally got her calmed down, negotiated the $200 credit, and we moved toward closing. The night before, she texted me asking if it was "too late to back out" because Mercury was in retrograde. We closed. She left me a five-star review calling me "patient." Understatement of the century.