I’ve now been to a couple house showings, and it strikes me how reluctant everybody is to sell.

It’s always “they were called back to their home planet” or “a rich uncle left them a yacht” or “they were half-Russian and couldn’t take all the joy the place gave them.”

It’s never “it’s not so much that the neighbor is a satanist, and cats and other small animals mysteriously disappear, it’s more the very loud parties he throws every Tuesday until 5 in the morning” or “they grew tired of the police sirens whenever the meth lab downstreet explodes” or “they finally murdered the last of their children and can finally afford to move out of this crummy neighborhood – don’t dig in the garden.”