…you’re talking to your buddy on the phone while you’re on the patio and you look out onto the parking lot of your complex and see some ass-clown with a golf club and a ball. He proceeds to drop the ball onto the pavement and hit it. The ball nails a Ford Explorer; I can’t contain my laughter. I’m fairly certain the guy saw me. Does he stop? Of course not. He hits the ball a few more times, apparently trying to get it over the fence surrounding the pool area. He fails.
I’m going to miss Gainesville.