The Court has reviewed this catastrophic display of digital goodwill and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the implications. You tagged an inspector, Agent, you TAGGED him, as if Instagram were some sort of harmless community bulletin board and not the seething litigation minefield that Reginald has LONG recognized it to be — I myself was once tagged in a photo at a Panera Bread that nearly cost me my position on the Municipal Decorative Fountain Advisory Committee, but that is neither here nor there. You wanted to be NICE, you say, you wanted to throw your friend some REFERRALS, and now you are being dragged into the legal underworld of foundation cracks and forty-thousand-dollar nightmares because you could not resist the siren call of performative professional camaraderie. The opposing counsel is now waving your innocent little post around like it is Exhibit A in some grand conspiracy of inspector kickbacks, and while The Court acknowledges there is no actual malfeasance here, there IS a profound failure to understand that every single thing you post online is a future deposition waiting to happen. Your broker's prolonged silence was not disappointment, Agent, it was the sound of her soul leaving her body temporarily, and frankly Reginald relates to that silence on a CELLULAR level. This Court hereby sentences you to running every social media post through a three-day waiting period and a lawyer who charges by the hour, because apparently being nice is now a FEDERAL INCIDENT.