I’m the 18th Hole.
Pearl Writing Services was a sponsor of the Rotary Club golf outing this year, and my sponsorship was of the 18th hole. Do you realize what this means?
It means that my work day yesterday was spent on a gorgeous golf course, enjoying a beautiful Indian Summer afternoon and networking with business leaders as they played through.
You understand how difficult that must have been, eh? Especially in comparison to what I would have been doing in Corporate Hell on a comparable day, namely, walking from my fluorescent-lighted cube to the printer an inordinate number of times, just to get a glimpse of the day through windows that do not even open in the office of someone far more important than I was.
I’ve only golfed a few times, and that’s been enough for me so far, but I do have a couple of observations from yesterday.
First, when I wasn’t greeting and photographing people, I and the Big Guy rode around the course on a golf cart and took action shots for the Rotary International publications. I made sure I was the driver, and boy did I get lucky. The golf course had these fantastic slalom-style roads with trees planted in the inner and outer curves.
Can you taste the possibilities?
I don’t pretend to understand golfers, because if they can get so little joy out of driving those carts in and out of trees at top speed, and so much joy out of whacking a little ball, then I just don’t know what’s become of the world today.
My second observation is this: the young lady operating the beer cart was very attentive, but I think an improvement is in order. Why don’t they give us little suction-cup flags to put on the top of our golf carts when we need her to come by? Sort of like those Argentinian steakhouses where you post a signal for them to bring more meat. Not that I was indulging, anyway. After all, I was on the job.
Published by angelawd on September 20th, 2007 tagged Time Plus Tragedy Equals...
September 20th, 2007 at 3:44 pm
or like at panchos when you want seconds and thirds on the enchiladas!
September 20th, 2007 at 3:50 pm
I haven’t heard of this. Where is this Panchos? I must have some. And a golf cart.