The Court has reviewed this testimony and finds itself in a state of PROFOUND JUDICIAL CONFLICT. On one hand, you laughed at a man who cited Zillow like it was the Constitution, and Reginald understands this impulse deeply — I once watched a buyer try to negotiate based on a Redfin estimate that included square footage from a detached shed that HAD BURNED DOWN IN 2019. On the other hand, you are a professional, and professionals do not CHORTLE, they REDIRECT. The laugh itself is not the crime — the crime is that you let a man who thinks algorithms account for lawn hydration walk away thinking HE was right. You should have buried him in comps. You should have made him WEEP with comparable sales data. Instead you gave a tired little laugh and now your sellers, who could not be bothered to run a sprinkler ONCE in the Arizona-bound twilight of their homeownership, blame YOU. This is the fundamental injustice of real estate: the agent absorbs all sins while the negligent homeowner sips margaritas in Scottsdale. I myself was once blamed for a showing that went poorly because the seller's parrot kept screaming YOUR HUSBAND IS LYING during the kitchen walkthrough — was that MY fault? The Court rules that your laugh was cosmetic, much like the lawn, but unlike the lawn, it cannot be fixed with sod. Case closed, Reginald needs to go water his own lawn now, it has been eleven days.