I was taking a walk with Gary, our golden retriever, when I heard something that sounded like a bird flying into an invisible window right next to my head. I turn to look, and there's a golf ball, swinging back and forth in the neck like it's from some kind of demented roadrunner and coyote cartoon scenario.
Turns out someone had an exceptionally good (well, I think it was good) swing and almost beaned me in the head. Never thought I'd live to see the day that golf netting saved my neck, but it's not the weirdest thing that's happened to me I guess.
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