Golfers… ugh.
Earlier this week, our realtor passed on news from another realtor that when she was showing our condo, they had noticed that the glass in the back patio door was smashed out. This was surprising news to us, since it had certainly been intact when we moved.
We figured there was just something dumb that had happened, like a golfer took a shot directly at the door. It was going to be all annoying to get the insurance figured out, and get a door installed, yada yada yada. But our realtor called this morning with the full story…
Some days after we moved out, a major storm rolled through the midwest. It was the cause of things such as massive power outages around Chicago neighborhoods. Apparently, a golfer was on the 18th hole (behind our condo) when the storm broke. He needed to seek shelter, so he threw a flowerpot through our back door and stayed in there for a while.
When I first heard the story, I was ready to drive up to Indiana and throw a flowerpot at him. I’ve now calmed down enough to admit he must have been pretty scared by the storm to think smashing a window was a good idea, and to realize he was responsible enough to get in touch and make up for the damage he caused. (Yes, he is paying for replacing everything. Except maybe the flowerpot. Didn’t ask about that. I also don’t know what damage the glass and flying flowerpot might have done to our hardwood floors.)
