cjrogus
I bet I could throw a FH here.
- Joined
- Jul 11, 2012
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- 290
Felt like telling some people what happened to me in the last couple of weeks. Saturday, January 12th I'm leaving for a 10am tee time with a random golfer at my home course that found a disc of mine at a course 3 hours west, that I lost at a different course 1 hour north 8 months ago. I was pretty hyped that it had finally found it's way back and how often do you get to play a round with a new person that you know has the right idea about the sport. Told him he could keep it after the phone call, but he insisted that he'd visit my course at some point and would just hold onto it.
So I'm driving, and I glance in the backseat for my grip, sure it was there, and there's nothing. I figure I had took it inside, a rarity, but it happens. Run back home, still nothing. Check all relatives houses, nothing. Figure I'll start checking pawn shops, but pretty sure that the thieves wouldn't even know what they had.
All 5 in store pawnshops come up with nothing, and I give up, just accepting the fate that the rest of my life is going pretty crappy right now, why wouldn't this happen?
January 20th I receive a phone call saying that the mans daughters were playing in the backyard and found a strange bag with a bunch of Frisbee type things in it with my number on them. I immediately got the address and jumped on my motorcycle ( 28 degrees that night, but the car was in the shop, so that was the only option I had) and rode get 3 miles up the road and grab my bag. Gave the guy 10 bucks, only cash I had on me, and asked him to enjoy the next round on me.
All in all, 23 discs, 8 tags, bug spray, lotion, towels, baseball, and nalgene all accounted for. Only thing they took was a 25$ blutooth speaker. Honestly the thing I cared least about.
TL : DR There's still nice people in this world and that makes me happy.
So I'm driving, and I glance in the backseat for my grip, sure it was there, and there's nothing. I figure I had took it inside, a rarity, but it happens. Run back home, still nothing. Check all relatives houses, nothing. Figure I'll start checking pawn shops, but pretty sure that the thieves wouldn't even know what they had.
All 5 in store pawnshops come up with nothing, and I give up, just accepting the fate that the rest of my life is going pretty crappy right now, why wouldn't this happen?
January 20th I receive a phone call saying that the mans daughters were playing in the backyard and found a strange bag with a bunch of Frisbee type things in it with my number on them. I immediately got the address and jumped on my motorcycle ( 28 degrees that night, but the car was in the shop, so that was the only option I had) and rode get 3 miles up the road and grab my bag. Gave the guy 10 bucks, only cash I had on me, and asked him to enjoy the next round on me.
All in all, 23 discs, 8 tags, bug spray, lotion, towels, baseball, and nalgene all accounted for. Only thing they took was a 25$ blutooth speaker. Honestly the thing I cared least about.
TL : DR There's still nice people in this world and that makes me happy.