Golf Gone Bad
My pal, Ben, used to work at a golf course which stayed shut on Mondays. He offered us a chance to play a round of golf for free on that day, an offer which was exclusive to employees. A few of us thought it would be an amusing outing and cheerfully accepted the proposal.
However, the night before our scheduled game, Ben rang us up with disappointing news—he couldn’t join us. Despite his absence, he generously suggested that we head on without him and said he would leave the keys to the golf carts in the shed.
The three of us decided to proceed with the plans and each got hold of a golf cart. When other workers finished their round and inquired about our identity, we explained that we were acquaintances of Ben and he had extended the privilege of a round of golf to us.
We started out playing the initial three holes, but our perfect golf outing was soon disrupted. After indulging in a couple of beverages, the harmless fun escalated, shifting towards a bit of havoc. We found ourselves revving around in the sand pits, attempting jumps with the carts, and turning the fairway into a bumper car arena.
We misplaced a cart in the woods and another one was left with broken headlights and a punctured tire. The subsequent day, Ben gave us a ring with yet some more disappointing news—he had been sacked, uncertain about the cause.
Looking back, I wouldn’t exactly say I’m proud of our little escapade that night. However, there’s no denying it was a blast and I’m glad Ben looped us in.