I've been a licensed agent for six years and I still don't understand why clients think I control the weather. Last week I had a seller absolutely lose it on me because it rained during their open house. Like I personally summoned the clouds to sabotage their sale. She actually said, "You should have scheduled it for a sunny day." Ma'am, I booked this two weeks ago. I checked the forecast. The forecast lied. I don't have a direct line to the National Weather Service and even if I did, they're wrong half the time anyway. But here's the thing that really gets me: the next day was gorgeous. Bright sun, 72 degrees, perfect. And she texted me saying we should have "just waited." As if I can pause the entire real estate market because of cloud cover. As if the thirty people who came through in the rain were somehow less qualified than the imaginary buyers who would have materialized in sunshine. I smiled and said we'd do another one soon. Then I muted the conversation for three hours and ate an entire sleeve of Oreos in my car.