Ok golf is tough enough without the distractions.
The other day I was playing golf with friends on our local course. Homes pretty well run along some of the fairways, many of which I am more then just a little familiar with. On this particular hole I had missed the green to the right and was looking at a tough little chip shot that would require just enough loft to clear the bank, but not too much to run off the postage stamp green. This green sits next to a road, which of course has homes on the side away from the golf course. In the middle of my back swing I heard the following declaration. “So he lets the cops look in his truck, can you freaking (cleaned up version) believe that?” I was actually able to not follow trough with the swing and backed away from my ball. Across the street was a blonde woman in her 20’s or so. She was pacing up and down the driveway and occasionally walking up the homemade skateboard ramp. All the while chatting loudly into a hand held phone the entire time. She went on to explain that not only was the mysterious “him” dumb enough to let the cops search his truck but that she in fact “Would have had to have seen a bigger name on any freaking search warrant before I would let some cop look in my freaking car” she exclaimed the point by saying “That’s the way I roll!!!”
Ok now all four of us are now watching this little tidbits from “Cops” unfold.
First of all, I don’t actually know anyone who would be in need of a search of his or her vehicle.
Secondly, if I did I am unclear why I would feel the urge to broadcast this information quite so loudly.
Third, I have never had the need or found a place that required the use of the term “That’s just how I roll.’
And finally, hey trying to play golf here.
We managed to play through and yet on the next hole, a bit of a distance, we are all informed that yes in fact the unknown “him” was in fact back in jail. Not going to jail mind you, but “back” to jail.
And I thought playing golf with my friend Howard was tough.
