The HOA sent a letter. To my broker. Not to me, not to the seller, not to the listing agent on record. To my broker personally, at the main office, hand-delivered apparently, accusing our brokerage of "facilitating property degradation" because the lawn at 1847 got too long during escrow. The seller moved out early. The buyer's inspection got delayed twice. Nobody was mowing. That's it. That's the whole crime. My broker calls me in like I'm being written up. Sits me down in her office with the door closed. Shows me this letter like it's evidence. Three pages. Three pages about grass height and "community standards" and how our brokerage should be "held accountable for agent oversight failures." And she's asking me what happened. What happened is escrow took 45 days and grass grows. That's what happened. But here's the thing. Here's the actual thing. She knows the HOA president. They're friends. They do lunch. So now I'm sitting there while she's trying to figure out how to make this go away without making her friend look stupid for sending a three-page letter about a lawn. The commission on this sale was maybe six thousand dollars total. My split is 70 percent. I made four thousand two hundred dollars on this transaction and I'm now spending my Tuesday afternoon explaining photosynthesis. She wants me to write an apology letter. To the HOA. For grass.