I've been working with a buyer for eight months who has seen sixty-seven houses. I know because I started keeping a spreadsheet for my own sanity. Last Tuesday, she finally found "the one." We wrote an offer that night, she was crying happy tears on the phone with me, talking about where she'd put her grandmother's china cabinet. The next morning she texted me at 6 AM asking if we could withdraw the offer because she drove by the neighbor's house and saw they had a basketball hoop in their driveway. "I just can't live next to people who play sports outside," she wrote. I wish I was making this up. We withdrew the offer. Yesterday she sent me twelve new listings she wants to see this weekend, all in the same neighborhood where basketball-hoop-gate occurred. I asked if she was concerned about similar situations and she said, "Oh no, I'm over that now. I've decided I'm actually okay with athletic neighbors as long as they're not playing after 7 PM." I poured wine into my coffee mug at 2 PM and I'm not even sorry about it.