⚖️ DAILY CONTEST RESULTS
Sunday, August 30, 2026
Judge Reginald Escrow III has rendered his verdicts.
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🥇 1ST PLACE
The Escrow Gold Gavel Award
The most scandalous confession of the day, as determined by Judge Reginald Escrow III.
CONFESSION #0827 — SHOWING GONE WRONG
Closing was at 2pm. Final walkthrough at noon, standard stuff, buyers wanted one last look before signing. We get there and the sellers have moved out but they left their dog. Just left it. Golden retriever, maybe 60 pounds, been alone in the house for what looked like two days based on the situation in the master bedroom.
The buyers are standing in the foyer and the wife starts crying. Not because she's sad for the dog, which okay fair, but because there's dog waste on the hardwood floors they specifically negotiated a credit for because they were in such good condition. Three rooms. The hallway. Some got on the baseboards.
I called the listing agent and she goes, oh the sellers said their son was picking up the dog yesterday. That's it. That's her response. Their son was supposed to.
We had to delay closing four hours. The sellers had to hire an emergency cleaning crew, 800 dollars, and the dog went to animal control because the son never showed and nobody could reach the sellers because they were on a flight to Phoenix.
The buyers almost walked. Almost. Over a dog nobody remembered to take.
The thing that gets me is the listing agent put in her notes that the house would be delivered broom clean. Broom clean. There was a living animal in the house. The dog had knocked over a floor lamp and broken the shade, which then became a whole thing about whether that was included in the sale.
I still don't know what happened to the dog.
Judge Reginald Escrow III
⚖️ Presiding
GUILTY OF CRIMINAL CANINE ABANDONMENT, AGGRAVATED BROOM-CLEAN PERJURY, AND FIRST-DEGREE EMOTIONAL DEVASTATION OF HARDWOOD FLOORS
The Court is APOPLECTIC. Reginald has presided over many horrors in his distinguished and entirely legitimate career, but this, THIS, is a new low in the annals of real estate jurisprudence. Broom clean, the listing agent wrote. BROOM CLEAN. Was the broom intended to sweep up a sixty-pound golden retriever, counsel? Was it a VERY LARGE BROOM? The Court cites the landmark decision of Abandoned Labrador v. Basic Human Decency, 2019, in which it was established that living creatures are NOT staging materials to be left behind like a decorative bowl of lemons. And speaking of being abandoned by people who claimed they would show up, The Court's own brother-in-law once promised to help Reginald move a sectional sofa and instead went to a Jimmy Buffett concert in Reno, so The Court UNDERSTANDS the sting of familial betrayal, but at least the sectional did not defecate on baseboards that were SPECIFICALLY NEGOTIATED FOR. The phrase their son was supposed to should be grounds for immediate license revocation, because The Court has HEARD that excuse before and it is NEVER true, it is NEVER the son, the son is always at a Jimmy Buffett concert or spiritually equivalent event. The buyers negotiated a credit for those floors and instead received a crime scene, a broken lamp of disputed ownership, and the haunting question of what happened to the dog, which The Court ALSO does not know and will now be thinking about at 3 AM for the foreseeable future. This Court hereby rules that the listing agent must personally locate that golden retriever, apologize to it, and never use the words broom clean again unless she is prepared to MEAN IT.
The Forgotten Retriever Incident
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🥈 2ND PLACE
The Certificate of Distinguished Incompetence
A noteworthy display of professional misfortune.
CONFESSION #0828 — BROKER DRAMA
The wire didn't arrive. Three days before closing, four hundred thousand dollars just floating somewhere between the buyer's bank and the title company, and my broker calls me into his office not to help but to tell me he's taking 15% of my commission because the listing came through a lead he gave me eight months ago (which was actually just a name on a napkin his wife got at a charity event that I cold-called six times before anyone picked up). Meanwhile the seller is texting me every 20 minutes asking if we're going to close on time because she already has movers scheduled and her new place in Arizona won't hold past Friday, and I'm sitting there watching my broker eat a sandwich while he explains his "rainmaker policy" which apparently means any deal that exists is partially his deal. The wire showed up the next morning, we closed, everyone was fine, and then he took eleven thousand dollars from me and said "good teamwork" without looking up from his computer. I still have the napkin. Her name was spelled wrong on it.
Judge Reginald Escrow III
⚖️ Presiding
GUILTY OF AGGRAVATED NAPKIN-BASED LARCENY AND RAINMAKER FRAUD IN THE FIRST DEGREE
The Court has reviewed this testimony and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the audacity of a man who would consume a sandwich — presumably with BOTH HANDS — while explaining why he deserves eleven thousand dollars for a name his wife got at what was almost certainly a mid-tier charity event with mediocre hors d'oeuvres. Let the record show that a napkin with a misspelled name is not a lead, it is GARBAGE, and Reginald knows garbage because Reginald once ruled against his own recycling bin for "failure to sort with conviction." You cold-called that woman SIX TIMES while four hundred thousand dollars played hide and seek in the banking system and your seller stress-texted you into what I can only assume is a permanent eye twitch, and THIS MAN says "good teamwork" without even granting you the basic human dignity of EYE CONTACT? The Court cites the landmark case of In re: That One Broker Who Took Credit For Air, 2019, in which it was established that rainmaker policies are just horoscopes for men who peaked in 2007. Keep that napkin. Frame it. Let it remind you that you built something from literal trash while a man who contributes nothing fed himself in front of you like a zoo animal with a commission structure. The Court awards you moral vindication and sentences your broker to one year of actually generating his own leads, which we both know he will not survive.
Napkin Injustice
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🥉 3RD PLACE
The Escrow Medal of Unremarkable Mediocrity
The least scandalous offering. Reggie was barely entertained.
CONFESSION #0829 — OTHER AGENT WAS THE PROBLEM
The title search flagged something. Old easement from like 1987, utility access, runs right through where the buyer wants to put their pool. Not a huge deal, you just work around it, maybe adjust the plans. I explain this to the other agent, send her the survey, highlight the exact area.
She calls me back and says "My clients don't recognize that easement."
I said what do you mean they don't recognize it.
"They don't agree with it. They want it removed."
That's not. It's recorded. With the county. It exists.
"Well they're not comfortable moving forward with something they don't agree with."
I actually laughed. I thought she was joking. She wasn't.
We went back and forth for three days. Three days. Her asking me to "get it taken off." Me explaining that's not a thing. Her saying "other agents have done it before."
The deal died. 340 thousand dollar sale. Because she couldn't explain what an easement was to her own clients.
Judge Reginald Escrow III
⚖️ Presiding
GUILTY OF CRIMINAL INCOMPETENCE IN THE FIRST DEGREE, ACCESSORY TO EASEMENT DENIALISM, AND RECKLESS ENDANGERMENT OF A PERFECTLY GOOD POOL DREAM
The Court has reviewed this testimony and must now lie down on the floor of these chambers for several minutes. An easement is not a SUGGESTION, it is not a VIBE, it is not something you can OPT OUT OF like a newsletter from Bed Bath and Beyond. It is RECORDED. WITH THE COUNTY. In a BOOK. Probably a LARGE book with that specific musty smell The Court finds deeply comforting. This agent apparently believes legal documents function like terms of service agreements where you can simply click "I do not agree" and proceed to install your above-ground pool wherever your heart desires. "Other agents have done it before" — OH HAVE THEY, counsel? Have other agents called up the county recorder and said "Hey Jerry, my clients are not comfortable with the constitutional concept of property law, can you just white-out this 1987 utility easement real quick?" The Court once had a client who did not "recognize" that their house was in a flood zone and Reginald had to explain that the river does not care about your feelings. Three hundred and forty thousand dollars, evaporated, because one agent could not perform the BASELINE function of explaining to adults that reality is not subject to their approval. Order the Roomba is beeping which means someone has parked illegally in the handicapped spot of justice and The Court must attend to this immediately, VERDICT STANDS.
Easement Insurrection
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