The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself in a state of PROFOUND JUDICIAL AGITATION. You come before Reginald with tales of a cabinetless foreclosure comp as if YOU are the victim here, when clearly the true victim is the sanctity of kitchen storage itself. Twelve comps you sent, TWELVE, and yet here you stand, empty-handed, while somewhere a buyer sleeps on their former apartment floor surrounded by packed boxes and an eight hundred dollar invoice for NOTHING. The Court once lost a escrow over a decorative backsplash dispute and I will tell you this, I did NOT recover emotionally for six to nine months and my therapist said it was "a lot" even for me. You should have CAMPED OUTSIDE that appraiser's office with photographs of cabinets, with cabinet catalogs, with a CABINET ITSELF if necessary. The movers wanted eight hundred dollars and you had the AUDACITY to not immediately write that check while weeping? ORDER THE ROOMBA IS UPSET AND SO AM I. This Court finds you guilty not of causing this disaster but of failing to prevent it through sheer unrelenting force of will, which in Reginald's courtroom is basically the same thing. Case closed, The Court must now go lie down.