I had a buyer who refused to get out of the car at any showing unless the house "felt right" from the driveway. We'd pull up, she'd stare at it for thirty seconds, then shake her head and say "next." Did this for eleven houses one Saturday. Eleven. I burned a quarter tank of gas being a glorified Uber driver. The one house she finally agreed to enter? She walked in, touched the living room wall, said "the walls are too hard," and walked back out. Too hard. I still don't know what that means. Drywall is supposed to be hard. That's literally the point of walls. She eventually bought a condo two towns over that she found on Zillow and used her cousin's girlfriend's brother to close the deal. I got a text three weeks later asking if I could recommend a good moving company. I recommended therapy.