tomtom22
Chief Engineer
It was a sunny morning, a little before 8AM , 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 club house loud speaker, 'Would the gentleman on the woman'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 woman'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 woman's tee please back up to the men's tee please!'
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back....
'Would the @sshole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot!'
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 woman'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 woman's tee please back up to the men's tee please!'
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back....
'Would the @sshole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot!'
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