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When I was in college, I worked at Stan's Miniature Golf, outside of Bozeman. Stan's doesn't exist anymore. One winter night, I got off work. As I started to drive away, I noticed that the fence was broken. The fence was at right angles to Huffine Lane (US 191), just at the entrance to our parking lot. One of the horizontal 2x10's was broken in half, and the big nails were mostly pulled out of one end. There was the fresh image of an automobile tire in the snow, just beyond the break in the fence. Could a tire have broken the fence? What was going on here?
I walked along the ditch, for a ways. There was the image of an upright tire, bouncing from one spot to another, in the ditch. It angled from the highway, through the ditch, directly at the fence. The bounces were about 10 to 15 feet apart. A tire might have come off a trailer bed (I didn't notice any sign that a vehicle had lost a tire and skidded) and hit our fence, while we were open for business. Then they grabbed their tire and left.
Once, when I arrived at the miniature golf course, which was indoors, I locked my keys (including the keys to the golf course) in my car (my Mustang). I went to the owner's trailer house next door. No one was home. I found the hidden key outside the door, and entered the house. There I grabbed the garage door opener to the back door of the miniature golf course; I knew where that was kept. Then I entered the miniature golf course, and grabbed a coat hanger which was already straightened out for opening car doors. I went around to the parking lot, where a customer was waiting in her car. I opened my car in about 10 seconds. We opened only about two or three minutes late, that day. Not bad.
Once, when cleaning the rest room at the miniature golf course, I sprayed some kind of cleaner at the toilet, and a yellowish cloud hovered in the air above the bowl. It would seem that this was chlorine gas. It probably wasn't dangerous, maybe irritating, in that small quantity. But, it was a little thought provoking. Apparently, certain combinations of cleaners should not be used at the same time.
There were many gas heaters hanging from the ceiling. Each of them was turned off during the summer. One day I smelled the faint odor of gas. One of the customers had turned on the gas.
Little kids often hit the ball from one end of the building to the other, some intentionally, some accidentally. Most of the accidental ones were little girls who apparently didn't know their strength. One college student embedded his ball in the fiberglass ceiling insulation.
Under construction. Warning: fines double in construction zone. This article will be expanded as I recall more incidents about Stan's Miniature Golf.