a bit of a pearoast....
This was at the local golf driving range; not just a long strip of land with markers, oh no, this is one of those rather swish high-tech driving ranges - pits and targets, micro-chipped golf balls, automatic scoring system and the like.

I was on the top tier with some mates, all being crap as usual. Amazingly, what followed seemed to happen in slow motion; how I managed to see the whole thing, I guess I was just looking in the right place the right time (or wrong place at the wrong time).

In the tier below, someone was trying to chip his or her ball into the nearest target. Each target is a big segmented pit, and in the centre of each, is a small metal tube - essentially the hole. Whoever it was, managed to hit this tube and with some force.

I saw the ball ricochet up, my sight followed it all the way up to the bay next to us, where upon it hit a fat little 9 year old square in his t-shirted chest. Needless to say he fell flat on his back, having had the wind knocked out of him, and he proceeded to cry his little eyes out, whilst rolling around like an overweight seal trying to right itself. The perfection of the shot, the spot on timing and the comical reaction could have been straight out of a slapstick movie.

Anyway, I could have rushed over to help his parents and friends pick him up, or I could have called for assistance. No. All I did was burst into fits of hysterics. I was in tears. This had the unfortunate effect in setting of my mates who all started laughing.

That poor little fat kid - not only had a stray golfball nearly killed him, but the bay of twenty-somethings next to him were revelling in his pain.

I know I'm going to get a good pitchforking at the big barbeque at the end of time for that one....
( theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 13:34, 1 reply)

I will be joining you
because I am laughing my socks off
(whiskas loved by 8 out of 10 cats, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 18:30, closed)