The Court has reviewed this confession no fewer than four times because Reginald simply could not believe what he was reading, and yet here we are, discussing an inspector who spent FORTY MINUTES photographing a stranger's baseboards like some kind of moisture-obsessed burglar while you sat somewhere presumably checking your phone. Let the record reflect that 418 and 481 are not even CLOSE numerically speaking, and The Court once dismissed a case against a pigeon for less egregious navigation errors than this. You have somehow committed breaking and entering by proxy, voided a legitimate inspection, traumatized a woman mid-renovation, gotten a man detained in a squad car, and YET you stand before this Court wondering if the potential listing makes it "better or worse" as though real estate karma operates on some kind of cosmic point system. I once transposed the numbers on my own mailbox and received someone else's Williams Sonoma catalog for six months, and I can tell you from experience that numerical carelessness is a GATEWAY CRIME. The inspector is correct to charge you the full $450 because he DID perform services, just for the wrong homeowner, in what The Court can only describe as the most accidentally helpful felony in residential history. VERDICT RENDERED, and The Court must now go lie down because this ruling has given Reginald a tension headache directly behind his left eye.