Dr. Grumpy: "Hi, I'm Dr. Grumpy. What's going on here?"
Mrs. Nine-Iron: "Well, we were on the 15th hole when suddenly she had trouble walking and couldn't talk anymore."
Mrs. Sand-Trap looks at her friend, then me, and nods her head.
Dr. Grumpy: "Then what happened?"
Mrs. Putter: "I helped her get back to the golf cart. Fortunately, this one had seat belts, so we were able to use that to hold her in it. Otherwise she might have fallen out."
Dr. Grumpy: "Is that when you called 911?"
Mrs. Nine-Iron: "No, we waited until we finished up and got back to the club house. I mean, we were on the 15th hole, anyway, at that point."
Mrs. Top-Flite: "And it's not like they were going to refund our green fees."
Not so “FAST”!
ReplyDeleteHow many strokes did it take them to finish the next 3 holes?
ReplyDelete...and we may have stopped in the clubhouse for a gin'n'tonic or two.
ReplyDeleteFoursome from hell, I hope they played through and I hope you did not hurt yourself shaking your head and face palming
ReplyDeleteMay we play through, we are in a bit of a rush
ReplyDeleteOMG..my eyes rolled so hard they fell out in the floor....
ReplyDeleteDid they count that as a stroke for Mrs. Sand-Trap?
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