I went to Butternut Farm GC in Stow, Massachusetts yesterday.
CaptiousNut - Hi, 10:15 tee time. I'll pay for one, riding.
Woman - That'll be $55.
CaptiousNut - Wow, it's cheaper than I thought (having checked rates on the website).
Woman - Well, it's a holiday (4th of July).
(long silent pause)
Woman - F*ck!!!
(Obviously she was undercharging golfers all day - charging them a normal weekday rate.)
My buddies asked me what happened. I confessed that I think I just cost us all some cash. One of them then asked her to undercharge us - since we shouldn't be penalized for honesty and she consented.
After nine holes I went back into the shop for some food.
CaptiousNut - Did you tell your boss what happened?
Woman - I just charged my credit card $480 - sixty golfers at $8 apiece.
CaptioutNut - Nooooo. Why? Did your boss make you pay?
Woman - No, he didn't.
CaptiousNut - Well, why'd you pay then?
Woman - It was a big mistake.
CaptiousNut - But it was an honest mistake.
What a dummy! For a nanosecond, I actually felt bad that she had paid for part of my round. Forget that. She's retarded and it is one of the true justices of this world that Morons and their money soon part ways. She was dumb to undercharge and dumb to reimburse.
Imagine paying $400+ to work for a day! She might even need a second job just to pay for this one!
I am going to have to call up today and find out what days she normally works so I can plan future, discounted rounds.
The course is very nice, tree-lined and Hacker-unfriendly. It's much nicer than its overrated neighbor Stow Acres.
Of course I had to cross-post this one on my Moron blog.
2 comments:
bothersome that you rode one of these contraptions that is named a cart: always thought a cart was meant to be pulled or pushed by someone or a beast of burden. Butternut is a wonderful walking experience; in fact played it that way on 24 June, my Fathers day present from Mark & Kevin; they are getting closer Tom
I maintain that if carts were free, you, my father, and every other self-delusional cheapskate would be ridin'.
If the medical profession weren't run by socialists who've stunted and distorted medical research, perhaps there'd be a cure for my back problems and perhaps I might be able to walk 18 holes.
Then again, I'd still ride. Time is valuable these days. Nobody line dries their clothes. Nobody watches baseball. I choose to live in the modern era.
If one does has a nostalgia fetish, ebay ought to able to provide the hickory shafts, leather grips, and 70 compression balls to suit their fancy and make them a complete anachronism.
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