The Court has seen many things in its distinguished career — granite countertops passed off as quartz, half-baths counted as full, the AUDACITY of barn doors — but THIS, this is a new low even for this docket. You WALTZED into a woman's SANCTUARY, her FREESTANDING TUB MOMENT, because you were too busy juggling to PICK UP A PHONE? Reginald once confirmed a dentist appointment SEVENTEEN times because The Court understands the sacred covenant of scheduled entry. And then, THEN, you blamed a CALENDAR GLITCH? There WAS no glitch! YOU were the glitch! You stood there saying sorry sorry sorry like a malfunctioning apology robot while $680,000 circled the drain with the bathwater. The Court must pause here because frankly this reminds Reginald of the time his own showing was interrupted by a man emerging from a sauna he SWORE was a coat closet, and The Court has not been the same since. You lied to your broker, you traumatized a naked stranger, and you have brought SHAME upon the sacred institution of the confirmed appointment — The Court finds you FULLY LIABLE and sentences you to never again trust your own memory about ANYTHING, not even lunch. CASE CLOSED, Order is already vacuuming the lobby.