I see you every weekend in your golf cart with the red cover that says “Players Assistant.” You’re usually hiding in the resort parking lot or sitting under shade trees. The golf course gives you the duties of “Players Assistant”—it’s too bad that you do everything but! You zoom past players on the course like there’s a fire only you can put out; all the while looking the other way so no golfer can make eye contact. Then, when you do see golfers coming your way you find the quickest way to get away from them. You are supposed to be out there to help golfers on the course—not to IGNORE them! It’s not good for a “Players Assistant” to be anti-social the way you are. All the other “Players Assistance” do their jobs and we can count on them. What’s your problem?
Illustration by Ron Pitts
3 Comments
September 1, 2011
Really? Some asshole golfer is the Eh Brah! this week? There isn’t anything better to complain about than some assistant didn’t assist you enough? Wow. What a weenie. Carry your own damn clubs and wash your own damn balls.
September 2, 2011
Pretty pathetic. Exactly what kind of assistance does a golfer need?
September 6, 2011
more than you will ever know