The Court has reviewed this confession and frankly, Reginald is APPALLED but also deeply, deeply familiar with the specific horror of reading something back to yourself and seeing what you WANTED to see instead of what is ACTUALLY THERE. One digit. ONE DIGIT. You understand that routing numbers are not suggestions, yes? They are not interpretive dance. They are not open to artistic license. You sent three million dollars on a FIELD TRIP to Ohio, a state that did not ASK for this money and frankly does not DESERVE the excitement. The Court once transposed two digits on a very important document and ended up accidentally ordering eleven hundred gavels instead of one hundred and eleven, and let me tell you, The Council did NOT need that many new members, but I digested that shame in PRIVATE as you should have done. Six days those funds were just OUT THERE, wandering the financial wilderness like a confused golden retriever, while families sat in conference rooms refreshing screens and watching their rate locks crumble to dust. You typed nine numbers correctly and want CREDIT for that? The Court types THOUSANDS of numbers correctly every day and receives NO PARADE. Your five thousand dollar education in the importance of verification is hereby deemed APPROPRIATE, and may you never again trust your own eyes without a witness. Case dismissed, The Court must now go reorganize The Council by weight.