The seller changed her mind. Three days before closing, she calls me crying because the neighbor told her the buyers were going to tear down her rose garden. Which, okay, maybe they were, it's their property now, but that's not what happened. The neighbor made it up. Just completely fabricated this story because she didn't want new people moving in. She wanted the seller to stay. They'd been friends for like 20 years. So the seller tries to back out. Buyer's attorney sends a letter. We're looking at a lawsuit now, maybe 15 thousand in damages if this falls through. I had to sit in that woman's kitchen for three hours explaining that she signed a contract, that her neighbor lied to her face, that the buyers are a retired couple who specifically mentioned they loved the garden during the showing. The neighbor came over while I was there. Just walked in through the back door like she lived there. Started crying too. Said she was protecting her friend from making a mistake. Protecting her. From selling her own house. That she listed. That she accepted an offer on. We closed. Eventually. Took an extra two weeks and the buyer wanted a credit for the delay, which, fair. Eight hundred dollars out of the seller's pocket because her neighbor couldn't handle change. Last I heard they don't speak anymore. The neighbor, I mean. She won't talk to the seller because she moved. That's the part that gets me. She torpedoed the whole thing out of friendship and then just stopped being friends.