I hosted an open house last Sunday and within the first twenty minutes, a woman let her three kids use the master bedroom as a wrestling ring while she spent forty-five minutes grilling me about the neighbors' political affiliations. Then a guy showed up with a measuring tape and started measuring every room while mumbling about whether his "aquarium collection" would fit. We're talking like twelve tanks apparently. Meanwhile, another couple got into a screaming argument in the kitchen about whether granite countertops were "too nineties" and one of them stormed out crying. A retired gentleman spent two hours just sitting on the patio "getting a feel for the energy" and asking if the house had ever "witnessed tragedy." I smiled through all of it. Offered cookies. Made small talk. At the end of the day I had fourteen sign-ins and exactly zero actual prospects. Just people looking for free entertainment on a Sunday afternoon. But sure, my seller wants to know why we haven't gotten any offers yet. I'm considering a career change to literally anything else.