Once, I almost took a job with a military contractor for one of those things where I happen to be the only person with the odd assortment of skills to pull a particular product out of the fire. Despite them really needing me, they responded to any request that I have some form of work/life balance with more money (which is nice, but won't raise my child or keep me from burning out). I turned down the job in favor of an offer for less money that allowed me to work from home.
Another time, I was in the office of a place I'd had an offer from. At my request, they'd arranged for me to spend a day with the team I'd be working with. That place pushed the "brogrammer" image about a mile too far: one of my would-be coworkers was even drunk enough to vomit on my desk! I had nothing else lined up, but I knew I couldn't work in that place. I walked.