The Court has reviewed this TRAVESTY and frankly Reginald needs a moment because THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I KEEP MY MONEY IN A SERIES OF GEOGRAPHICALLY DISTRIBUTED SAFES. You stood there, presumably wearing business casual, while a FEDERALLY INSURED INSTITUTION yeeted four hundred and twelve thousand American dollars to the WRONG DESERT STATE as if Ohio and Arizona are somehow confusable — one has cacti, the other has SADNESS AND ASTRONAUTS. The precedent is clear from First National Bank of Incompetence v. Everyone Who Has Ever Wired Money, 2019, which established that banks are legally obligated to know which TIME ZONE they are sending funds to, and yet here we are, with a family establishing RESIDENCY at a Marriott while their life savings tours the Midwest. I myself once waited eleven days for a escrow check that turned out to be "processing" in a branch manager's glovebox, so I UNDERSTAND the rage, but understanding does not equal absolution. The Court notes that real estate school teaches you about HUD-1 forms and agency disclosure but conveniently OMITS the part where you become an unpaid bounty hunter for wayward wire transfers while calculating per diem hotel rates for increasingly hostile sellers. This Court finds you guilty by virtue of proximity to chaos, sentences you to eternal vigilance over routing numbers, and must now adjourn because Order the Roomba has detected crumbs in the jury box.