The neighbor walked over. Middle of the showing, buyers are in the kitchen, and this guy comes through the side gate and starts telling them about the foundation issues. Not this house. The house next door. His house. But he's saying it like it's relevant, like they should know the whole street is sinking or something. The buyers just froze. I'm standing there with my folder and my little feature sheet and this man is talking about cracks in his basement. Three days later they pulled their offer. Not because of the neighbor, supposedly. Because rates went up a quarter point and they got scared. But also because of the neighbor. You know it's because of the neighbor. And here's the thing that gets me. That house sat for six weeks after that. Six weeks. We dropped the price twelve thousand dollars. Twelve. The sellers are calling me every other day asking what's wrong, why isn't it moving, and I can't tell them their neighbor is out there doing guerrilla warfare on their equity. Finally got it under contract last Tuesday. Inspection is tomorrow. The neighbor hasn't come back, but I drove by yesterday and he was out there with a level, like measuring his driveway. Just staring at it. With a level. If that man shows up tomorrow during the inspection I don't know what I'll do. Probably nothing. Probably just stand there again.