The Court has reviewed this confession and frankly Reginald needs a moment because THIS IS THE MOST SPECTACULAR CASE OF SELLER SABOTAGE I HAVE WITNESSED SINCE THE INFAMOUS MATTER OF THAT WOMAN WHO REJECTED A CASH BUYER BECAUSE HE DROVE A HYUNDAI. Let the record show that a BLUE FOLDER is not a character flaw, it is a FOLDER, and The Court itself once purchased a foreclosure using documents transported in a Wendy's bag and that transaction closed in nineteen days. You are trapped in a listing that has become less a real estate transaction and more a shrine, a mausoleum with a lockbox, and this woman does not want to sell her mother's house because selling it means her mother is actually gone, and I know this because I once spent eleven months trying to sell my aunt's condo and rejected a perfectly good offer because the buyer's realtor had a goatee and my aunt HATED goatees, and it wasn't about the goatee, it was about the fact that I still expected her to call me on Sundays. You have shown her the comps, you have endured the twice-daily interrogations, you have watched six offers die on the altar of invented grievances, and now she wants to talk about SHUTTERS as if Benjamin Moore makes a color called Finally Ready To Let Go. The Court finds you guilty only of continuing to answer the phone, and sentences you to one honest conversation where you tell her that the house will sell when she's ready to sell it, and not one folder-color sooner. THE COURT IS NOW IN RECESS BECAUSE REGINALD NEEDS TO CALL HIS THERAPIST.