The seller called while I was on vacation. Actually no, back up. This guy, he comes to me in March, says he's ready to buy, pre-approved for 650, needs to be in something by June because his lease is ending. Great. Perfect. Normal situation. We look at houses. We look at a lot of houses. Eight houses the first weekend. Then six more. Then he starts sending me listings at 11 PM, asking can we see this tomorrow, and I'm rearranging my whole schedule because June is coming, right, the lease is ending. He puts in an offer on this place in Westbrook, nice three-bedroom, 589. Seller accepts. Inspection happens. There's some knob-and-tube wiring in part of the attic, and he just. He walks. Which I get, old wiring is a thing, but we could have negotiated a credit, the seller was motivated, and he just goes no, I'm out, I don't feel right about it. So we start over. More houses. His lease ends and he moves in with his sister. Now there's no deadline. Now we're looking at places and he's comparing everything to that Westbrook house, the one he walked away from, like it was some kind of lost love. September comes and he tells me he's decided to rent for another year because the market might soften. I showed that man 34 houses. Exposed wiring in an attic. And he's waiting for the market to soften.