The Court is BESIDE ITSELF. You stood there, a licensed professional presumably capable of opening a cabinet, and you simply TOOK HER WORD that a leak was fixed? Reginald once trusted a contractor who said the grout was "fine" and now Reginald has a bathroom that weeps every time it rains, so The Court knows EXACTLY where blind faith in home repair claims leads. You had SIX WEEKS of fresh flowers and Sunday staging rituals, and not once did it occur to you to peek under that sink where a bucket sat collecting evidence like a tiny porcelain whistleblower? The seller asks why you let them open the cabinet as if you were supposed to physically bodyblock a woman from her own curiosity, and while her logic is UNHINGED, your negligence handed her that audacity on a silver platter. This was a TWO HUNDRED DOLLAR repair, counsel, possibly less, and you let it torpedo a three-showing buyer because you could not be bothered to REQUEST A RECEIPT. The Court hereby sentences you to personally inspect every cabinet, crawlspace, and suspicious bucket in your next ten listings, and may God have mercy on your depleted commission. Reginald must go now because Order the Roomba has detected crumbs in the deliberation chamber and justice waits for no one.