The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the state of modern real estate comprehension. You stood in a parking lot, next to a HONDA CIVIC no less, and delivered what can only be described as a masterclass in comparable sales analysis, and this woman chose to believe a website that still thinks shag carpet is a design feature. Reginald once tried to explain to his nephew that a Zestimate is not a binding appraisal and the boy STILL bought a timeshare in Branson, so The Court understands your suffering intimately. You presented three comps within sixty days, you explained the basement finishing, you mentioned the CONTRACTOR PROVENANCE which is basically the pedigree papers of home ownership, and she looked at you like you had just asked her to invest in your essential oils business. The algorithm cannot see a new roof, it cannot smell fresh paint, it does not know that a 1970s split-level with original electrical is a HAUNTED HOUSE waiting to happen and this one was NOT. She called you upset after the house sold for twelve over asking and The Court must ask, what exactly did she expect you to do, TACKLE the other buyers in the driveway. This Court hereby sentences Zillow to be placed in a room with three appraisers and a whiteboard until it learns what the word COMPARABLE means, and sentences you to absolutely nothing because you did your job and Reginald is now too upset to continue and must go consult The Council.