The Court has reviewed this catastrophic display of emotional regulation failure and finds itself DEEPLY DISTURBED. You had ONE JOB, counselor, and that job was to smile, nod, and gently escort the neighborhood menace toward the door while murmuring something about how you appreciate community involvement. Instead you chose VIOLENCE. Verbal violence, yes, but Reginald knows from personal experience that words spoken at elevated volumes in a staged living room echo through the very SOUL of a transaction. The neighbor was wrong, absolutely, but he was also performing a public service by revealing that you possess the conflict resolution skills of a territorial goose. I myself once engaged in a heated exchange with a home inspector over the structural integrity of a breakfast nook, and let me tell you, I ALSO lost that battle, and I ALSO had to watch a smug man wave at me for weeks afterward, and I STILL cannot eat waffles without experiencing shame. The sellers watching from their parked car like disappointed parents at a little league game where their kid just bit the umpire is the detail that will haunt me personally. Fifteen thousand dollars, six weeks of your life, and the neighbor got exactly what he wanted, which was to see you unravel like a cheap window treatment. This Court finds you guilty and sentences you to never making eye contact with that man again, which you were already going to do anyway. Reginald must now adjourn to consult with The Council about whether gavels can experience secondhand embarrassment.