Her daughter started asking questions. That's when I knew this was going to be a problem because the daughter lives in Seattle and has opinions about everything and suddenly every house we'd looked at for six months (six months, twelve offers, all withdrawn by the buyer before inspection) was wrong in some new way the daughter discovered on Google Street View. The mom loved this one place on Maple, 1,850 square feet, perfect layout, and she was ready to sign until the daughter called and said the neighbor's fence looked "aggressive" which I still don't understand but okay we walked away from that. Then there was the condo situation where we got to the closing table, actual closing table, the seller's attorney is sitting there with his coffee getting cold, and she says she needs to call her daughter real quick and twenty minutes later she's crying in the bathroom because the daughter said condos are a scam and she'd be throwing away her retirement. I showed this woman over 30 properties. She's still renting. The daughter bought a house in Tacoma last month and sent me a photo like I'd be happy for her, like I wouldn't remember that her mother cost me probably 8 thousand dollars in commission across three different almost-sales. The mom texts me sometimes, asks if I'm still in the business, says she's thinking about looking again in spring.