The Court has reviewed this testimony and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the state of affairs presented herein. You stood in a WALGREENS PARKING LOT, counsel, a place of discount greeting cards and poorly lit cosmetics aisles, attempting to adjudicate a twelve thousand dollar ghost lien while a contractor moldered in his grave clutching the only receipt that mattered. Reginald has seen many things from this bench, including the time a buyer tried to use a Groupon at closing, but this particular confluence of dead men, missing paperwork, and three-star reviews strikes at the very FOUNDATION of transactional dignity. The seller FORGOT a lien existed, much like I once forgot I had a wife until she reminded me via certified mail, and yet YOU are the one receiving criticism for your communication skills. The Court notes that you cannot, in fact, make liens disappear with your mind, though The Court has tried this with parking tickets and can confirm it does not work even with SIGNIFICANT concentration. You mentally spent that commission on braces and a transmission, two things that straighten what is crooked, and yet the universe delivered only a crooked review and a buyer who expected you to perform necromancy on accounts receivable. This Court finds the three-star review to be the true crime here, a monument to human ingratitude, and hereby sentences everyone involved except you to explain title insurance to my Roomba until it beeps in understanding.