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CONFESSION #0575 — SELLER MELTDOWN
Saturday, May 30, 2026
The seller called while I was on vacation. First real vacation in two years, sitting on a beach in Florida, and my phone rings and it's her saying she changed her mind about the price. We're under contract. We've been under contract for three weeks. The buyers already did their inspection, already paid for the appraisal, and she wants to raise the price by 40 thousand dollars because her neighbor told her she was leaving money on the table.
Her neighbor. Who sells insurance.
And when I tried to explain that we have a legally binding contract, that she signed, that I watched her sign, she told me I was being negative and that contracts get broken all the time. Which, I mean, yes, but not because someone's neighbor said something at a barbecue.
Then she started crying. Full crying. Saying she couldn't sleep, she was having second thoughts about the whole thing, maybe she shouldn't move at all, maybe this was a sign. A sign of what? A sign that you talked to someone who doesn't know what they're talking about?
The buyers are a young couple, first home, they've been looking for eight months. They love this house. They wrote a letter about how they could see raising their kids there.
She hung up on me mid-sentence. Called back an hour later acting like nothing happened, asking when closing was again.
I'm still on this beach. The drink is warm now. My wife is giving me a look.
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Judge Reginald Escrow III
⚖️ Presiding
GUILTY OF AGGRAVATED VACATION DESTRUCTION AND NEIGHBOR-INDUCED CONTRACT PSYCHOSIS IN THE FIRST DEGREE
The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the betrayal of sacred beach time. Let the record show that Reginald himself once had a poolside margarita ruined by a client who called to ask if granite countertops were spelled with an E, and the emotional scars remain TO THIS DAY. This seller, this chaos merchant, had the AUDACITY to invoke the legal expertise of an insurance neighbor, a NEIGHBOR, as grounds for contract nullification, and The Court must pause here to ask what exactly is happening at these barbecues because in my experience nothing good comes from taking real estate advice over a hot dog. The crying, the existential spiral, the casual callback as if reality had simply reset itself, this is not seller behavior, this is METEOROLOGICAL INSTABILITY wearing a human suit. Your warm drink haunts me, your wife's look haunts me MORE, and the fact that this woman will almost certainly close on schedule as if nothing happened is proof that justice is merely a concept we invented to feel better about chaos. The Court hereby sentences the neighbor to mandatory silence on all topics exceeding his professional licensure, and orders you to finish that vacation with a COLD beverage. Reginald must now adjourn, as Order the Roomba has detected crumbs in the deliberation chamber and we both know jurisdiction waits for no one.
Barbecue Legal Malpractice
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