The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself APOPLECTIC at the sheer audacity of blaming orthopedic inconvenience for professional malfeasance. Three steps. THREE STEPS. Reginald once presided over an entire eviction hearing with a torn meniscus and a dress shoe full of what he later determined was marinara sauce, and not ONCE did The Court fail to descend into a basement when duty called. You had been in that basement SIX TIMES and yet on the seventh visit, the sacred final walkthrough, you treated it like a wine cellar at a party where you do not know the host. The washer and dryer were CONVEYING, agent, they were PROMISED to those buyers like a dowry in a medieval property transfer, and you let them vanish into the ether because your knee had opinions. Your broker's quiet disappointment is a sentence far worse than anything this Court could impose, and frankly I am going to think about her saying next time take the stairs for the rest of the week because MY mother once said something similar about a lawnmower and I still cannot discuss it. As established in Maytag v. That Guy Who Definitely Should Have Just Taken Some Ibuprofen, 2019, a final walkthrough is not a suggestion, it is a COVENANT. The Court hereby orders you to descend every staircase you encounter for the next calendar year, regardless of destination, as penance. BAILIFF ROOMBA, ESCORT THIS CONFESSION TO THE ARCHIVE OF SHAME.