I hosted an open house last Saturday and a guy walked in, immediately asked if he could use the bathroom, and then stayed in there for forty-five minutes. Forty-five. I had other visitors asking me if someone was sick in there. I didn't know what to say. When he finally emerged, he didn't even look at the house. Just said "nice place" and left. Didn't take a flyer. Didn't sign in. Nothing. But that wasn't even the worst part. Twenty minutes later, a woman showed up with her three kids and a bag of Cheetos. The orange fingerprints on the white kitchen cabinets will haunt me forever. Then a couple got into an actual argument in the primary bedroom about whose mother would be visiting more often if they bought the place. She threw a decorative pillow at him. I just stood there holding my sign-in sheet like a hostage. My seller texted me afterward asking how it went and I typed "great interest, lots of traffic!" while pouring my third glass of wine. This job is absolutely unhinged.