I showed a couple their dream home last Tuesday. They loved everything about it. The layout, the yard, the updated kitchen, the neighborhood. They were practically picking out furniture during the walkthrough. Then the wife noticed the mailbox was black instead of white and suddenly she "couldn't see herself living here." I thought she was joking. She was not. We've now seen forty-two houses over five months and she's rejected them for reasons including: ceiling fan was too close to the bed, garage faced east instead of west, the neighbor's dog "looked judgmental," and my personal favorite, the street name "gave her a weird vibe." Her husband just stares at me with dead eyes now. We have a silent understanding. Last week she rejected a house because she didn't like how her voice sounded in the entryway. I'm starting to think she doesn't actually want to buy a house, she just wants company on Saturday afternoons. My therapist says I need boundaries. My commission says I need patience. My wine rack says I need a refill.