The buyers came back for a third showing. Then a fourth. Then they wanted to measure the closets, which I thought was a good sign. Made an offer, we negotiated for six days, finally got it accepted at 412. Inspection happens, appraisal happens, everything's moving. Three weeks in, their lender calls me directly, which is never good, and tells me the buyers just bought a boat. A boat. Financed a 35 thousand dollar boat two weeks before closing. Their debt-to-income ratio is destroyed, they no longer qualify, deal's dead. The listing agent calls me and she's furious, like I personally drove them to the marina. The sellers had already put an offer on another place contingent on this sale. That falls apart now too. Everyone's blaming everyone. My broker asks if I explained to them not to make major purchases during escrow. Yes. Multiple times. There's an email. There's a text. I literally said the words do not finance anything, do not open new credit cards, do not buy furniture on a payment plan. The husband said he understood. Then bought a boat. The funny part, if you can call it funny, is they still wanted to see other houses. Called me the next week asking about a listing in Riverside. Like nothing happened. Like we're just going to start over and pretend they didn't cost me three months and probably eight thousand dollars in commission. I didn't call back. My wife says that's unprofessional. Maybe. But I can't.