The Court is VIBRATING with indignation at this confession, and not the good kind of vibrating like when Reginald sits too close to the dryer during the spin cycle. You had ONE POST-CLOSING OBLIGATION, agent, ONE, and you treated it with the same casual disregard I reserve for barn doors and those people who pronounce "realtor" with three syllables. A note in your phone? A NOTE IN YOUR PHONE? The Court once put a note in his phone to "stop giving legal advice at Thanksgiving" and look how THAT turned out, which is to say I am no longer invited to Thanksgiving OR the Fourth of July cookout OR my nephew's piano recital, but that is IRRELEVANT to these proceedings. Some confused gentleman wandered into a family's garage at 2am like a bewildered raccoon with opposable thumbs, and the only thing standing between that moment and complete catastrophe was apparently his own lack of criminal ambition. Your broker called it a catastrophic lapse in judgment and you think that was DRAMATIC? I have seen dramatic, agent, I once watched a home inspector weep openly over a cracked foundation, and THIS situation warranted at minimum light theatrical sobbing. The $800 you paid was not restitution, it was a MERCY, because in Escrow v. That Unlocked Shed Behind My Dentist's Office (2022), the Court established that unsecured access points are basically just invitations to chaos wearing a trench coat. Reginald has spoken, and Reginald must now go change his own garage code immediately.