It was a sunny Friday morning on the first hole of a busy golf 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 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 that MAN on the WOMEN'S tee kindly back up to the MEN'S tee.
I simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when once
more, the man yelled: 'Would the MAN on the WOMEN'S tee back up to the MEN'S tee, PLEASE!'
Finally, I stopped, turned and looked through the clubhouse window
directly at the person with the mike.
I cupped my hands and shouted back, 'Would the idiot in the clubhouse
kindly shut the **** up and let me play my second shot?
'Would the gentleman on the women's tee 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 that MAN on the WOMEN'S tee kindly back up to the MEN'S tee.
I simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when once
more, the man yelled: 'Would the MAN on the WOMEN'S tee back up to the MEN'S tee, PLEASE!'
Finally, I stopped, turned and looked through the clubhouse window
directly at the person with the mike.
I cupped my hands and shouted back, 'Would the idiot in the clubhouse
kindly shut the **** up and let me play my second shot?
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