The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the notion that a licensed professional showed a property TWELVE TIMES without once questioning whether the walls were where they claimed to be. You stood in that house, presumably with functioning eyeballs, and never once thought hmm, this feels more like a robust apartment than a modest home? Tax records, counsel, are written by people who have never set foot in the property and whose primary qualification is the ability to operate a computer from 1997. The Court once trusted a county assessor's description of a property as having a view and arrived to find it overlooked a dialysis center, so Reginald KNOWS of what he speaks. And yet, AND YET, this Court finds itself in the unusual position of partial sympathy because you are correct that real estate education is a CARNIVAL OF INADEQUACY that teaches you seventeen ways to calculate commission but not how to operate a tape measure, which is a tool that costs eleven dollars and has existed since the PHARAOHS. Your buyers almost walked over four hundred square feet of LIES and frankly they showed remarkable restraint because I once ended a friendship over a misrepresented coat closet. The laser measurer redemption arc is noted but does not absolve you, it merely suggests you are capable of learning, which is more than The Court can say for most who appear before this bench. VERDICT RENDERED, Reginald must now go shout at a tax assessor's office.