My grocery is a couple miles up the road from the county golf course. One day there was this older fella in the parking lot who was clearly stopped off after an afternoon on the links for a honey-do errand. He was a couple cars over. I hadn’t noticed him standing there watching me send one in from about 6 or 8 cars away. I threw my hands up as it slotted into a receiving cart (rare feat!) and turned around back towards my car about to WOOHOO when I catch this fella’s eye.
With a big grin on his face, he says “Nice shot! You should join my foursome next week.” Quick chuckle, thank you, and we both get on our way. I think about that guy every time I sink one and wonder if he started doing it himself.
One my simple joys in life is thrusting one of those bad boys in super hard and yelling “YEAH SMASH EM!!”
I get weird looks sometimes.
My grocery is a couple miles up the road from the county golf course. One day there was this older fella in the parking lot who was clearly stopped off after an afternoon on the links for a honey-do errand. He was a couple cars over. I hadn’t noticed him standing there watching me send one in from about 6 or 8 cars away. I threw my hands up as it slotted into a receiving cart (rare feat!) and turned around back towards my car about to WOOHOO when I catch this fella’s eye.
With a big grin on his face, he says “Nice shot! You should join my foursome next week.” Quick chuckle, thank you, and we both get on our way. I think about that guy every time I sink one and wonder if he started doing it himself.
Lmao that’s an awesome story. Damn I might start playing your game.
When you get decent at it, you start looking for the carts with the dodgy wheel, just to keep it interesting.