Brief snippet of Sunday. This is ALL HAPPENING AT THE SAME TIME TOO.
Intro:
Bart is 90, runs an afternoon league through the golf school.
Bart comes in followed by 2 league people who have to pay in full but missed the first week. I’mfiguring that out and Bart comes on with his cane telling me I have to call AAA because he hit a curb and has a flat. Now he’s trying to do my math for the league people but he’s just confusing everyone. I tell him I need his AAA card. He gets out his wallet and can’t find it. The person I’m trying to do the math for is looking through his wallet as well. Neither one can find it but as I came up with my own decision on the league fee I see the AAA card in his wallet clear as day. I take it out and call AAA. They ask for his plate/tag#. He doesn’t know it. I have a shop full of people but have to go to the parking lot to get the number. I get back to the counter. As I’m talking to the AAA agent I got one guy I know at the end of the line looking at me holding up 2 waters, I wave him off to just take them. Then through the crowd comes my 92 year old father with HIS came to ask Barry if he needs him to pump up his tire because he saw him pull into the parking lot with a flat. So I have to tell him I’m calling AAA. Have to tell him 4 times because he keeps talking to BART about his air pump. Now I’ve got probably 8 people with tee times before the league that of course didn’t pay online, and won’t pay as a group, they pay individually and need balls, tees, drinks, crackers….
So that was all at once. It clears out. The guy comes to change his tire and snaps off the locking lug thing in the lug so he can’t do anything. Back comes Bart…” John you have to call AAA for a tow”. So I find out where to tow it to. Brian’s auto. But he keeps calling it Ronnie’s which was somewhere else in town. I call AAA and get that going. I hang up and BART is pushing the buttons on his car key fob and says,” I’m having trouble calling my wife…”. I said. That’s the key fob… gimme your phone. After they hang up the flatbed is in the parking lot. Now we have to help lift Barts legs into the cart and off we go. Talk to the tow guy. BART calls the place Ronnie’s, tell him it’s Brian’s. I take BART back to the pro shop and then then I go back to the flat bed kid and give him $20 from the drawer for a tip.
