Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Appraiser down, call a medic?

Haven't you thought about it as you're standing in the tee box and some one half way down the fairway walks across.  Or better yet, the ball sweeper comes along if you're at a driving range and you say to yourself “I bet I can knock him off that!".  

Well, I was appraising a home on a golf course recently, and as I was doing my thing in the back yard, when I heard "swisshhhh, crack, plop", kind of like a walnut falling out of the top of a tree.  I didn't pay much attention to it the first time or second for that matter, but on the 3rd time I started catching on. They were gunning for me!  

Unfortunately for them, I finished what I was doing and got the heck out of Dodge.  It was kind of funny and still is, but I've always wondered what homeowners that live on golf courses think about their house being occasionally pelted by golf balls.  

Besides, what were these guys thinking? "Hey! see that guy in the green shirt, bet ya a cold one I can get him before he gets around the corner of the house!"