The Court has witnessed many tragedies in its distinguished tenure, but THIS — this is a masterclass in how to take a perfectly good listing and drive it directly into a ditch while the wife screams from the passenger seat. TWELVE SHOWING REQUESTS ON DAY ONE. TWELVE. Do you understand what you HAD, Agent? You had MAGIC. You had LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE. And then the husband — oh, the HUSBAND — decided he knew better than the comps, better than the market, better than the very CONCEPT of supply and demand, because his buddy at work sold for more quote back in the spring unquote. The Court has seen this exact pattern before, specifically in Reginald's own marriage, which ended when my ex-wife decided our divorce settlement should be quote renegotiated upward unquote after I had already signed, and let me tell you the PARALLELS are STRIKING. That 620 offer was a GIFT, a BLESSING, a golden retriever of an offer wagging its tail at your door, and this man REJECTED IT IN SECRET like some kind of domestic price terrorist. Now you sit at 599, fifty-eight days on market, the original buyers have moved on with their LIVES, and Zillow — which The Court has TRIED to subpoena on four separate occasions — displays that price history like a scarlet letter for all to see. The husband wants to know why nobody is coming. REGINALD KNOWS WHY. The market knows why. Even the Roomba knows why. This Court hereby orders the husband to attend twelve hours of Comparative Market Analysis sensitivity training, and you, Agent, are sentenced to carry this confession as a cautionary tale for every future listing presentation until the end of your days.