The Court has reviewed this testimony and must now lie down on a cold floor. You DROVE to HOME DEPOT. You, a licensed real estate professional, a person who presumably owns business cards, PERSONALLY PURCHASED a twelve dollar screwdriver set because a stager's assistant could not comprehend basic Euclidean geometry. The table fit GOING IN, the Court is told. Going IN. This is the furniture equivalent of a salmon swimming upstream and then claiming it forgot how water works. In re: That One Credenza Incident, 2019, the Court ruled that any object requiring disassembly to exit a home it previously entered is engaging in deliberate real estate sabotage, and frankly Reginald believes that table knew exactly what it was doing. The silk sleeve, agent. THE SILK SLEEVE. I once got a grease stain on a commemorative necktie from a Realtor convention in Tampa and I have not emotionally recovered, so do not speak to me of fruit baskets. A fruit basket is what you send when you forget a birthday, NOT when you nearly derail a closing and force a professional to become a part-time furniture technician while buyers approach like an advancing weather system. The truck pulling away as the buyers turned onto the street is the kind of cinematic timing that only occurs when the universe is actively mocking you, and the Court finds the universe ALSO in contempt. VERDICT RENDERED, and Reginald must now go inspect his own doorframes because this testimony has made him deeply suspicious.