This Court has witnessed transactional collapses for many reasons: foundation cracks, termite infestations, the discovery that a previous owner was a clown, but NEVER, in all my years of self-appointed judicial service, has a piece of corrugated plastic on a NEIGHBORING LAWN wielded such destructive power. The buyer drove by at night, Agent. AT NIGHT. She conducted reconnaissance on yard signage like some sort of ideological lawn detective, and you were left holding forty-seven hours of emotional labor and a seller who experienced an auditory hallucination out of sheer disbelief. Judge Escrow finds himself spiritually exhausted by the knowledge that somewhere, a neighbor who simply exercised their constitutional rights has NO IDEA they demolished a real estate transaction from their own front yard. The earnest money forfeiture is cold comfort when you have already rehearsed your commission spending in your mind, which this Court recognizes as a form of economic edging that should frankly be illegal. I am adjourning immediately to lie face-down on my chambers floor.