I showed the same couple 47 houses over eight months. Forty-seven. I kept a spreadsheet because I knew no one would believe me. They found something wrong with every single one. Too close to a road. Too far from a road. Backyard faces east. Backyard faces west. One house was rejected because the neighbor's dog "looked aggressive" through the fence. It was a golden retriever. Finally, FINALLY, they put in an offer on house number 48. We went under contract. I cried actual tears of relief in my car. Three days before closing, they backed out because the wife "got a bad vibe" when she drove by at night and saw the street was "too dark." They asked if I could show them a few more places the following weekend. I told them I was transferring their file to a colleague because I was "restructuring my business." The colleague doesn't exist. I just blocked their numbers and moved on with my life. Some clients aren't worth the commission. Some clients aren't worth any amount of money on earth.