Don't Read Newspapers At The Driving Range

Mike decided he wanted to further punish his hip and my shoulder at the driving range. So range driving we went.

Meanwhile, at the range, an older gentleman decided to get the super super 400 ball bucket and whack away at them. I noticed that after about ever 10 balls, this turd decided to read the newspaper for 10 minutes. I mentally theorized that he told his wide he had a job and decided to go to the range for 8 hours instead.

But oh wait, it gets better!! This guy cleaned out his cleats afterwards on the bench I longed to sit on. He was hitting on astro turf!!! There is no grass. This guy gives golf a bad name. I bet he plays slow.

If he doesn't watch out, he may spend 8 hours removing a Calloway from his booty.


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