Give me a break, Mr. Ambassador!
Bacall today was a mess. The greens looked like they were shot up in a strafing run. Putting was impossible. By all rights, the course should have been closed. Making matters even more frustrating, play was painfully slow -- in the heat -- with a five minute wait between every shot.
We got to the 7th tee and an Ambassador finally shows up. Expecting an apology or explanation for the bad conditions and slow play, he instead admonishes us because our cart's tires are an inch off the cart path and on the edge of the grass. Oh, yeah. Now we gone and unknowingly destroyed the course!
Thank for your warm greetings, sir.
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