The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the sheer gutlessness on display. Six hours. SIX HOURS you sat there marinating in your own avoidance like a chicken breast in a Ziploc bag of shame, and for what? Because your seller was DIFFICULT? Reginald once had a difficult client who insisted on pronouncing "foyer" as "foy-YAY" for eleven straight showings and you know what The Court did? THE COURT PICKED UP THE PHONE ANYWAY BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT PROFESSIONALS DO. You had a fiduciary duty, counselor, and you treated it like a gym membership you keep meaning to cancel. And now this woman is sitting in a pew next to her new agent, selling for fifteen thousand less, while you sit here thinking about it sometimes like some kind of haunted real estate Miss Havisham. The buyer's agent calling directly was a violation, yes, but frankly she showed more commitment to closing that deal than you showed to basic human communication. This Court cites the landmark decision in Voicemail v. Just Text Her Back Already, 2019, which established that procrastination is not a strategy, it is a PERSONALITY FLAW MASQUERADING AS BUSY-NESS. The gavel has spoken and Reginald must now go water his fern, which unlike you has never disappointed him.