As you may have gathered by now, I love golf. Everything and anything about golf is fun for me. During the season, I work at the Plainfield Country Club, not for the money but to be around golf and for FREE golf! Several years ago, a friend told me there was an opening at the club. I really wasn't interested until he told me about the free golf and being able to play a Donald Ross course on any Monday there was no outing. That sold me.
The same day I started, but just a few hours later, another new employee joined me at the bag drop. He was 30 years younger than I am but also loved to play so we became fast friends and began to play at a nine hole course the club owns, three, four or five times a week. But, as they say, I digress.
I have always admired skills of any kind even if they impacted me negatively. This individual is a genuine phantom, you know, someone who is there but not there at the same time. That part requires great skill but even more skillful is that he can make everyone else believe that he does all the work, everyone but me! One of our duties requires retrieving golf balls from the practice area and washing them. We do this in a room where the balls are stored so we call it the ball room (you can tell we both are at the genius level). In this room is a three tiered storage shelf. I discovered that he had converted one of the shelves into a bunk but it was camouflaged better than a Bradley tank.
We've all seen scary movies about haunted houses where shadowy figures swish around the room and you sense their presence instead of actually seeing them This is my guy! I used to think it was a natural talent but as I got to know more about him I learned that he was also a professional clown and magician. No wonder he was so good. He's no David Copperfield but he can do a great disappearing act.
I don't want to rat him out for goofing off so my revenge is that I punish him on the golf course. His exasperation has led him to invent a new language that contains only guttural words of anguish and pain. The only thing that saves him is that I'm a nice guy and start feeling sorry for him. I can't go for the kill and I let up on him. Golf is good but it's even better when you win.
The same day I started, but just a few hours later, another new employee joined me at the bag drop. He was 30 years younger than I am but also loved to play so we became fast friends and began to play at a nine hole course the club owns, three, four or five times a week. But, as they say, I digress.
I have always admired skills of any kind even if they impacted me negatively. This individual is a genuine phantom, you know, someone who is there but not there at the same time. That part requires great skill but even more skillful is that he can make everyone else believe that he does all the work, everyone but me! One of our duties requires retrieving golf balls from the practice area and washing them. We do this in a room where the balls are stored so we call it the ball room (you can tell we both are at the genius level). In this room is a three tiered storage shelf. I discovered that he had converted one of the shelves into a bunk but it was camouflaged better than a Bradley tank.
We've all seen scary movies about haunted houses where shadowy figures swish around the room and you sense their presence instead of actually seeing them This is my guy! I used to think it was a natural talent but as I got to know more about him I learned that he was also a professional clown and magician. No wonder he was so good. He's no David Copperfield but he can do a great disappearing act.
I don't want to rat him out for goofing off so my revenge is that I punish him on the golf course. His exasperation has led him to invent a new language that contains only guttural words of anguish and pain. The only thing that saves him is that I'm a nice guy and start feeling sorry for him. I can't go for the kill and I let up on him. Golf is good but it's even better when you win.
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