The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the audacity of a listing agent who treats a 1987 easement like some kind of neighborhood folklore passed down through oral tradition. Oh everyone knows about it? EVERYONE? Did the dog know? Did the golden retriever, whose name you FORGOT by the way which is its own crime, receive the memo about the shared driveway situation? Reginald once had a neighbor with driveway access to his property and that man used it to park a boat he never once took to water, and I had to look at that boat for six years, SIX YEARS, so do not tell me easements are fine. The listing agent in this matter is hereby charged under the precedent established in Hidden Encumbrance v. That Family With The Moving Pod, 2019, which clearly states that springing legal access rights on buyers seventy-two hours before closing constitutes emotional terrorism. You made a wife cry in your car, counselor, and while The Court acknowledges you did not create this mess, you were the instrument of its delivery, and sometimes the messenger must also be judged because THIS IS MY COURTROOM AND I DECIDE WHO WEEPS. The husband's nodding haunts me. Order the Roomba is circling the bench in what I can only describe as solidarity with that fenceless yard. This Court must now adjourn to stare at a photo of a golden retriever I found online because SOMEONE forgot the name.