This Court has witnessed many indignities visited upon the noble profession of real estate, but rarely has it encountered such a flagrant case of a licensed professional being reduced to a human audio book for people who refuse to absorb information through any known medium. The husband asked for square footage THREE TIMES and retained nothing because his brain was occupied with what this Court can only assume was a deeply urgent Slack message about Karen's birthday cake preferences. They complained about echoes WHILE GENERATING THE ECHOES. This is like complaining about traffic while actively being traffic. You sent them a PDF and they rejected it because they DON'T DO ATTACHMENTS—what year do they believe this is? Judge Escrow once had a court stenographer who refused to do consonants and even SHE was more functional than these clients. The tax fraud is the least offensive part of this confession; frankly, the IRS should be paying YOU for the emotional labor of repeatedly explaining room dimensions to people who experience consciousness as an inconvenience. This Court needs a recess to lie down on a fainting couch.