Par4QC All of us here (maybe) play golf. All of us here are also members of a golf forum(s).
Well, I can tell you with full certainty. There is a HUGE difference between playing golf because it is fun and you enjoy doing it and getting reamed out after an extensive four hour search for Mrs. Wetterston's Ginty Headcover, all the while she is bitching and moaning that she "knows someone has been using her wedge after she is done with it because it is dirty when she plays the next day." Of course, she used to wear a rubber batch hat with flowers on it every day because she literally thought the flowers brightened people's day. At the very same time that you are on your knees looking under bag racks for her raunchy headcover that she probably lost in 1981, you can't help but see Mr. Golan, the club president, marching towards the golf shop like an indian goin' to shit trying to get an answer why the starter a Golf Pro put someone off on the tenth hole, in front of his daily dewsweeping group. blah, blah, blah.
By the way... Absolute true circumstances and their real names used. And I was they guy in both instances.
