This court has witnessed many professional collapses, but FOUR SHOWINGS culminating in a pastoral laying-of-hands upon what I can only assume was a perfectly adequate split-level ranch represents a new frontier in human indecision. The defendant endured a mother-in-law's kitchen critique, a brother's SUSPICION OF FLATNESS in a backyard (what did he want, a ravine?), a college student demanding European bathroom fixtures, and finally a man of the cloth performing what amounts to a real estate exorcism. And yet when these cosmic cowards retreated behind Mercury's orbital patterns, the defendant simply nodded and made a promise they never intended to keep. Judge Escrow III understands: you cannot serve both Zillow and the zodiac. The defendant is hereby ordered to block this family's number, sage their own office, and move forward knowing that some buyers are simply not buyers at all but rather a traveling committee of doubt. This court is adjourned because I need to lie down on my suspiciously flat floor.