She watched as we finished marking the four corners of her single lot in a city block. Then she asked,"Have you done everything you need to do before leaving?" We answered all we needed to do was draw up the plat and mail it to her sister who actually owned the lot. She responded, "Great, thank you for solving our question." Then she proceeded to pull the pin flag, the flagging tied to the top of the bar and add some dirt and grass clippings over the top of the bar and cap at all four corners. As neither of her neighbors were home to witness our work, she was going to make sure they never found out.
The bizarre part is that her boundary lines fell in good places to be. The only conceivable reason to hide the info from the neighbor to the north is that she has been parking her car about three feet over the line on the lawn for many years. We learned the neighbors to the north want to build a secure fence in order to start a day care business out of their home. I'm going to bet this sweet little old lady will watch them build it in the wrong place and then approach them for a payoff far in excess of our survey invoice. BUT, I COULD BE WRONG.
You might include a short note about estoppel with your invoice.
And where would be the fun in that? We have to get a few chuckles along the way, don't we?
Now if she was really trying to be stealthy she should've waited until you left to hide the marks.
And here I was expecting the sweet little old lady to invite you in for blueberry pie and coffee.
That thought gets a bit scarier each year as I approach "old guy" status. Hard telling what the old lady might have on her mind if she invited me in.
I hate to tell you this HC, but I'm an old guy and YOU are older than me.
BTW...will you be recording your survey at the county? It seems that the neighbor would benefit from knowing of your survey before building a fence. I know that you probably aren't required to inform either neighbor that you surveyed one of "their" lines, but it would be nice if they were at least made aware of your work.
OMG, Gene!! I thought you had a few more months of practice at converting oxygen into carbon dioxide than what I do. Will turn 64 in August (I hope!)
Yes, I will add my plat into the county files for anyone to find if they are so inclined.
There is one potential twist in this specific case. The neighbors that the lady doesn't care for consist of an unwed young couple. The female MAY be a relative of the survey helper I had with me on this project. We don't know at this point. But, my helper does have a third cousin once removed with the same first and last name as the female neighbor.
Twisted thought: If this distant cousin's middle name starts with a K her initials would spell out an extremely well-known post-Civil War organization famous for the use of bed sheets for alternative purposes.
WELL sigh, another senior moment. I thought you were a year older, but now am informed that you won't reach my ripe old age until August.
Remember to listen to "When I'm 64" sometime in August, 'cause I'll forget to remind you!
And yes, small towns being, well small towns one has constructive notice at the court house and "Did you see where Holy Cow was working yesterday?" as gossip notice. 🙂
Holy Cow, post: 432047, member: 50 wrote: OMG, Gene!! I thought you had a few more months of practice at converting oxygen into carbon dioxide than what I do. Will turn 64 in August (I hope!).
Don't you mean Methane?
😎
The ladies in the Register of Deeds Office were probably watching us the entire time we were onsite as we were directly across the street from them and they knew I had been researching that tract. We had surveyed a tract used for county parking about a dozen years ago that was only fifty feet from the current tract, so step one was digging down through about six inches of asphalt to find the bars we had put there at that time.
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Gene and I both have a great deal of experience with BS (the real stuff) and the methane associated therewith. So, you may be correct.
I was doing some boundary surveying for a rather old man. When we were done he told me about having the old county surveyor "A.P." find his line/corners many years before. He said A.P. showed him the corner in question and then proceeded to remove the flagging and cover them up. He asked him what the heck he was doing. "Your neighbor might need me to come find it for him".
Me. "What's the difference?"
T.C. Carroll "It's the difference between right and wrong!"
Gene Kooper, post: 432038, member: 9850 wrote: And here I was expecting the sweet little old lady to invite you in for blueberry pie and coffee.
Haven't you seen Arsenic and Old Lace?
Don't accept anything from sweet little old ladies.
Holy Cow, post: 432040, member: 50 wrote: That thought gets a bit scarier each year as I approach "old guy" status. Hard telling what the old lady might have on her mind if she invited me in.
Probably needed to freshen up her cream, milk, and butter supply and was hoping you would donate. 😎
Holy Cow, post: 432031, member: 50 wrote: And where would be the fun in that? We have to get a few chuckles along the way, don't we?
If you want to get a few chuckles, wait for the reaction from the sweet little old lady when you show the area of the neighbor's lot she uses as a parking spot on your map.