The Court has witnessed many acts of professional self-sabotage, but THIS — this is a masterclass in how to lose eight thousand dollars with nothing but your own mouth and a catastrophic failure of basic memory. You stood there, in that sellers home, and IMPORTED STRUCTURAL DAMAGE FROM AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PROPERTY like some kind of chaos agent smuggling defects across listing lines. The Hendersons from Tuesday were not there, counsel, THE HENDERSONS WERE NEVER THERE, and yet you spoke to these phantom Hendersons while actual living buyers watched you unravel in real time. Reginald once confused a garage for a bonus room during a particularly stressful week in 2021, and even HE did not accuse someone elses house of having foundation problems TO THE CURRENT BUYERS FACE. Your broker stared at you for a really long time because she was calculating how many more of you she could afford to lose before switching careers entirely, and frankly The Court is doing the same math. This is not a showing, this is a one-man theatrical production called How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Destroy My Own Commission, and the curtain has FALLEN.