Then it turns into "remote controlled stuff" day.
At 11:00AM I go to show a house located next to a golf course. I'm driving down the road when I come upon a golf bag attached to a bag cart. It's not on the side of the road. It's in my lane on the middle of the road. I slow down... and the golf bag starts to move over to the side a little. Then back again as I begin to move forward. Somewhere, hidden behind a tree, I'm picturing a teenager (or teenagers) laughing their butt's off. I couldn't help it. I laughed too. It was funny. I love kids with ingenuity and a great imagination.
After that I proceeded to go back to the office. I turn down our street and there are two grown men playing with the largest remote controlled car I've ever seen. They were running it all over the road and into people's yards having the time of their lives. It was a noisy thing. Really, really noisy. As I was getting out of my car, I saw a woman marching down the road toward the men with death rays eminating from her eyes. She gave them a piece of her mind. I don't know what her beef was... maybe a sleeping baby, or something. At any rate, she was a lot less amused about it than I was.
I can't wait to see what the remainder of the day holds.
ADDED LATER: My husband informs me that remote control golf bag carts are not uncommon. He said, while extremely geeky, they are commonly seen on the golf course. Who knew?