Tonight Captn Fil was a mess. He comes in, had snapped his driver shaft at the hosel, had no tees, no balls either. And he’s half in the wrapper. I give him a nip to relax him. So he’s all over the place. Leaves the shop, comes back in because he forgot the nip and he grabs my phone off the counter thinking it was his.
So an hour later I’m going nuts looking for my phone because I didn’t leave the shop. He comes in after 9 and my phone was in his bag. Could have killed him.
