Ready for the inspection on a warm summer’s day, I was dressed to inspire in my logo shirt, dress pants, and, of course, my snake catcher sandals (thongs). It was my second meeting with the clients at the property. After exchanging pleasant greetings, I noticed the vendor had thoughtfully cut the two-foot-high grass for our convenience – likely baling it for the long, dry summer ahead.
As we approached the cabin, I surveyed the path to the back door, keeping an eye out for snakes. The freshly cut grass had camouflaged a hole, which I discovered in an unforgettable way. My trusty snake catcher thongs found it first, and I fell backwards, landing snugly in the perfectly tailored recess.
Looking up, I saw my concerned clients staring down at me. Their expressions were a mix of concern and amusement. They offered to help, but I couldn’t bring myself to accept, given my age and weight. Instead, I had to roll myself out of the precarious position – completely unaware that my new resting spot came with a thistle underlay.
Where was AI when I needed it?