The Court is APPALLED, not merely disappointed, but APPALLED in a way that requires Reginald to stand up from his chair and sit back down again. You left an open house ORPHANED on Zillow like some kind of digital foundling, wandering the listing streets with nobody to love it, while YOU lounged on a beach chair probably drinking something with an umbrella in it. And the FLYERS, confessor, THE FLYERS WITH YOUR FACE ON THEM — do you understand that somewhere in that town, perhaps RIGHT NOW, a barista is using your professional headshot as a coaster, and you DESERVE that humiliation? This Court once forgot to cancel a reservation at The Olive Garden and I have not psychologically recovered, so I understand the spiral, but I do NOT forgive it. The "system glitch" defense is the kind of lie Reginald has seen a THOUSAND times, right up there with "the Zestimate was wrong" and "I definitely disclosed the foundation issues verbally," and it sickens me to my core. You are sentenced to the eternal knowledge that potential buyers may have driven to that house, seen a locked door, and formed a PERMANENT opinion about your competence, and The Court hopes that haunts you every time you see your own face on a business card. Order the Roomba is circling your confession as we speak and even HE seems disgusted.