I had a deal go from "congratulations on closing next week" to "I need a drink immediately" in exactly forty-seven minutes. The buyer and seller had agreed on everything. Everything. We were past inspection, past appraisal, past all the drama. Then the buyer's lender calls me and casually mentions their client just financed a brand new truck. A truck. Three days before closing. Their debt-to-income ratio was suddenly toast, loan approval rescinded, deal dead. The seller had already scheduled movers. The buyer had given notice at their apartment. I had to make the calls to both of them while sitting in my car in a Wendy's parking lot because I couldn't face doing it in my office. The seller screamed. The buyer cried and kept saying "but it was a really good deal on the truck." I made $0 on three months of work because someone couldn't wait seventy-two hours to buy a vehicle. I still drive past that house sometimes. New people live there now. I hope they're happy. I hope they drive a sensible sedan.