The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the mathematics on display here — $8,000 in earnest money incinerated because a grown adult experienced an existential crisis about GRASS, a substance that has existed for approximately 60 million years without requiring anyone's emotional buy-in. This buyer pictured himself mowing for 30 years when he could have pictured himself PAYING A NEIGHBORHOOD CHILD $40 A MONTH, but no, instead he chose to strand two Arizona-bound sellers holding useless plane tickets like some kind of domestic terrorism against people who just wanted to experience dry heat. And YOU, agent, you absolute doormat, you took his call SIX MONTHS LATER and showed him CONDOS? Reginald once refused to speak to his own brother for two years because he returned a borrowed leaf blower with the cord wrapped incorrectly, and yet here you are, tap-dancing for a man who torpedoed a transaction over theoretical lawn fatigue. The Court hereby orders you to block this client's number, though we both know you will not, because you just told a room full of strangers you have no self-respect and frankly The Court believes you. Case dismissed, the sellers are in Arizona now and doing fine probably, Reginald must go water his own lawn which he ENJOYS because he is not A COWARD.