The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself in the EXTREMELY uncomfortable position of agreeing with you, which frankly ruins Reginald's entire afternoon. You brought comps from across the street, same quarter, and this appraiser reached back eight months into a different school district like he was bobbing for the most irrelevant apple at the fair. This is not your crime, yet here you stand, confessing to being PROFESSIONALLY GASLIT by a man with a clipboard and a vendetta against accurate market data. The Court once had a therapist tell me that being right doesn't always feel like winning, and I fired her on the spot, but NOW I UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE MEANT. Your buyer's agent screaming about pricing is like blaming the weatherman because someone else set the building on fire — In re: That One Open House, 2023 established clearly that you cannot be held liable for another licensed professional's CREATIVE INTERPRETATION of comparable sales. The sellers are in Florida paying double housing costs because an appraiser decided "market softening" sounded more authoritative than "I didn't feel like driving to the actual comp," and somehow YOU are the one seeking absolution. The Court finds you guilty only of being the nearest warm body when the blame needed somewhere to land, which is the most tragic crime in real estate — being competent in proximity to chaos.