I listed a property last month and told the sellers upfront we'd likely need two to three weeks to get serious offers in this market. Day four, I get a call. "Why hasn't it sold yet? Should we be worried?" Day seven, another call. "My coworker's neighbor sold their house in two days last year. What are you doing wrong?" By day twelve, they wanted to have a "strategy meeting" to discuss whether we should drop the price by fifty thousand dollars. The house was priced correctly. The showings were steady. We had interested parties. But every single morning I woke up to a text asking if I'd "heard anything" and every evening I got a voicemail with theories about what was scaring buyers away. One day it was the paint color. The next day it was Mercury retrograde. We got a full-price offer on day eighteen and they acted like we'd barely survived some kind of natural disaster. The husband actually said, "I don't know how you do this job, it's so stressful." Sir, the stress is coming from inside the house. Specifically, from you.