I landed up playing golf with three lovely ladies.
My brother and I were due to tee off at 11:12 at Whistling Swans. The brand new course had just opened that spring. We were matched up with a pair of older gentlemen.
My brother is not known for being particularly early for anything, but he would have phoned if he was running late. At five after, I still hadn’t seen his car pull in. I let the two older guys go out on their own.
I checked my cell phone. Six missed calls, four of them from my brother. I’d mistakenly left the ringer on silent. I checked my messages. He said sorry, he couldn’t make it golfing.
I’d already paid for my round, plus my half cart. It was a perfect weather Wednesday morning. Not a cloud in the sky, only the slightest of breezes. Just enough to keep you cool. I was really looking forward to playing.
I told the starter that my partner wasn’t going make it.
He said, “Why don’t you play with these three ladies?” They were just getting ready to tee off. Three middle aged women. Well, one was a little younger.
“Sure, if they’ll have me.”