If it ain't yours, don't steal it

[Samsquanch]

I had it happen the other day. Mine was a pair of Oakley M Frames, it was on the top of my hat, must have dropped them somehow. I was around the course for 4 days in a row after I lost them so I figured maybe I'd see them on someone's head, no luck. It was at a really nice course so I can't help thinking that it was some rich bastxxx who thought it might be cool to have some Oakleys. Can't trust anyone unfortunately.

[funkyfedora]

I left my lob wedge on a hole at a high school tournament and when we went back to the club house to tally scores. I was playing with a guy from one school and his team mate was in the group behind us. Well anyway I got my wedge back.

[larrybud]

Finally, the best was when I was at a Home Depot. Bought a new grill, and I asked the guy if I took the grill out of the box, would it fit in my car? He said no problem. So I'm in the parking lot, freezing cold (Oh, it was Mother's day too!), trying to get this monsterous thing in my car. No way it was going to fit. A guy came by asked if I needed help. We tried to fit it in my car, but no go. He asked where I lived (about 7 or 8 minutes away), and he offered to take the grill to my house (he had a pick up). I thought he was nuts, who would go out of their way like this? I thanked him. He took the grill to my house, and even helped me carry it up on my deck. I offered to give him $20 but he refused. Totally got me out of a jam, and I try to remember that act of goodness as much as possible.

 

So wait... did you ride with him?

 

Cuz if you trusted this guy to take your grill home, you must live in a small town. Try that in a big city and you may be sitting at a red light while your grill is hauling a** down the street!!!

 

But good on the guy for helping you out.

Nope, didn't ride with him. He had his truck, I had my car.

 

Not a small town. 'Burbs of Detroit. About 5 minutes from the Palace (where the Pistons play).