Rain. Rain. Rain. When it rains, people don't golf so much. And if people don't golf, they don't come to the clubhouse so I have nothing to do. The monotony of my boredom was broken by the pack of teenage boys who appear to reside at the golf course. They took pity on me and actually tipped me today. I was quite surprised and kind of touched.
Last week, there was a fire at the golf course. Someone felt it was necessary to set some golf carts on fire. I understand that some people enjoy arson, but what is the purpose of burning golf carts? There are more enjoyable things to burn.
3 comments:
Like old barns. Old barns burning down is awesome. That's one of my favourite youth group memories...were you there for that one?
I am glad you are back in the city-with faster internet connection!! To hear of your wonderful adventures!
Did the telephone number I sent you work?!
Have a good weekend..with lots of tips!!!
I'm putting my money on the group of teenage boys (for setting the fire). Not that I like to stereotype...but, well, you know.
Okey dokey, I hope it gets sunny soon. Peace at ya.
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