The second showing was supposed to be quick. She'd already seen the house twice before with another agent (her cousin, who gave up, which should have been my sign) and she called me saying she was ready to make an offer, just needed one more look at the backyard to measure for her hot tub. Fine. We're there maybe three minutes before she starts asking about the neighbor's fence line and whether the seller would consider replacing the HVAC and could I find out if anyone died in the house because her daughter is sensitive. Spent the next eight months showing her probably 50 houses, maybe 60, and every single one had something wrong that only appeared after we left—the street was too curved, the garage faced the wrong direction (east, which apparently matters for reasons I still don't understand), one house she loved until she drove past at night and saw the porch light was yellow instead of white. Put in exactly one offer the whole time, 40k under asking on a property that had six other bids, and when it got rejected she said she needed to step back and reassess her whole living situation. Saw her at the grocery store last month and she asked if I was still in the business because she's thinking about starting to look again, maybe in the spring.