Let the record show that this Court has presided over many disputes involving husbands who should have stayed in their lane, but THIS, this is a masterwork of self-destruction that Reginald himself could not have authored in his darkest hours. Your seller's husband, a MERGERS attorney, has merged this transaction directly into a ditch because he could not tolerate a volunteer board suggesting his fence was 8 inches too ambitious. EIGHT INCHES. The Court once had a neighbor who disputed a property line by 3 inches and I told him Gary if you have this much energy maybe finish your divorce first, and he did not speak to me for 2 years which honestly was fine. You stood there watching a corporate lawyer cite 1987 case law at a woman named probably Brenda who just wanted the fence shorter, and you thought what, that this would resolve itself? The buyer's rate lock expires THURSDAY and this man is treating a $200 fine like it is Brown v. Board of Education. You should have taken the seller aside on day one and explained that principle is a luxury for people who are not under contract, but instead you let this man fax his manifesto to a community pool committee and now everyone has lawyers except apparently you. The Court finds that you are guilty of standing near a dumpster fire with a clipboard while mumbling about timelines. Order, my Roomba bailiff, will now escort this confession to the archive while Reginald goes to lie down because this has genuinely upset him.