The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the audacity on display here. This buyer walked into your professional life like a woman unburdened by the existence of a WHOLE ENTIRE HUSBAND lurking in the legal shadows, and you, you just took her word for it like some kind of optimistic golden retriever with a real estate license. Eight thousand dollars, vanished into the earnest money abyss because somewhere out there a man is refusing to answer his phone with the same energy I bring to ignoring my sister-in-law's texts about her timeshare opportunity. The Court has seen this before, in the landmark case of Hidden Spouse v. That Nice Couple Who Seemed So Ready, 2019, and Reginald ruled then as he rules now: VERIFY MARITAL STATUS LIKE YOUR COMMISSION DEPENDS ON IT, BECAUSE IT DOES. And she asked if you could try again next month? NEXT MONTH? The Court is reminded of the time Order the Roomba attempted to vacuum the same corner seventeen times despite clear evidence of a charging cable obstruction, and I had to hold a sidebar with myself about the nature of futility. This woman owes you a fruit basket, a formal apology, and a notarized divorce decree before she so much as BREATHES near another MLS listing. The gavel has spoken and Reginald must now go lie down.