posted on Jan, 25 2019 @ 11:38 PM
When I was a teenager, I caddied at a snooty private golf club the next town over. Mostly it was OK, once it a while I'd get a real dick to caddie for
the 18 holes, but the tips usually made up for the aggravation. But the last one was the worst. He not only yelled and belittled me in front of the
other caddies, but the other golfers, LOUDLY. I would look the other way while he cheated moving his ball out of a difficult shot more than once. Yet
he still treated me like scat.
On (I think) the 8th hole he threw a club at me when he missed an approach shot, overshooting the green by like 5 yards, then yelling at me that I
gave him the wrong club (truth is, he just sucked, period). Well, during play on the Par 5 9th hole I decided I was not taking this anymore,
especially when he was clearly not going to tip me at all. Since the 9th hole was the furthest out back, before the return of 10-18 back to the
clubhouse, it was the perfect time. On the 5th fairway stroke (yes, 5th and still on the fairway) he hooked it into the deep grass on the left, well
short of the green. He ordered me to go find his #$%#$% ball, while he sauntered over to his buddies, asking why he had to get the broken caddie.
Searching through the grass, I found his ball, and.....a few others. So....I took his ball and pocketed it. I bent down and rolled one of the other
balls I found so the label was down. I stood up and called to him that I found it! All he had to say was,"it's about time, what are you blind AND
He walked over, chipped the ball out onto the fairway, and another shot had him on the green, none the wiser that he was now playing the wrong ball.
He was the last one to sink his putt of the group. I was called over to retrieve his ball from the hole. As I picked it up, I made a point to say
loudly for his entire group to hear. "Sir, this is not your ball, are you blind AND stupid?" At that point I pulled out the ball from my pocket and
said, "oh, sir, I think this is your ball, and this is your bag (as I dropped it on the green), and this is me leaving....oh, and you can keep the
tip, I quit!!"
I walked off the course.....loving the sound of his shouting for me to return as his group of guys were telling him he must concede that hole
according to the rules of play".
Doing that felt soooooooooo good, I enjoy it even 35 years later.