Pffft....
You don’t want the truth. Because deep
down, in places you don’t talk about at
parties, you want me on that golf course.
We use words like Par, eagle, birdy we use these words as the backbone to a life in my oval office. You use ‘em as a punchline. As the time for my last of many vacations approaches, I have neither the time nor the
inclination to explain my game to anyone who has to leave the course because I am playing on it. I’d prefer
you just said thank you and went on your
way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a
driver and wait five hours for a tee time. Either way, I
don’t give a damn what you think you’re
entitled to because you are a member of this club.