Golfer
Only a golfer would understand
It was a sunny morning, a little before 8:00 AM, on the first hole of a
busy course,
and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my upcoming shot when
a piercing voice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker:
"Would the gentleman on the women's tee please back up to the men's tee,
please?"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in my
routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement: "Would the man on the women's tee please back up
to the men's tee, please!"
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more the man
yelled, "Would the man on the women's tee please back up to the men's tee,
please!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back....
"Would the asshole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play
my second shot?!"

Only a golfer would understand
It was a sunny morning, a little before 8:00 AM, on the first hole of a
busy course,
and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my upcoming shot when
a piercing voice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker:
"Would the gentleman on the women's tee please back up to the men's tee,
please?"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in my
routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement: "Would the man on the women's tee please back up
to the men's tee, please!"
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more the man
yelled, "Would the man on the women's tee please back up to the men's tee,
please!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back....
"Would the asshole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play
my second shot?!"
