[Rapscallion St Croix]

Today I was playing an exec course and came upon a hole with a lake between tee and green. I saw an ambassador drive his cart down to the lake shore and get out. He had not seen me and it was a slow day. He began ball hawking. I was in no hurry and took about a half dozen practice swings, watching him between swings and thinking, "What a nice gig, he has. Minimum wage for ball hawking ain't bad." It appeared that he found a couple of balls before he finally noticed me and moved back to the cart path. I teed off and he came to the tee. Asked if I needed water. Well I was standing by the tee box's water cooler, so I declined his generous offer. He seemed a little nervous and began a conversation.

Ambassador: Emmm...gotta pick up the paper.
Me: Huh?
Ambassador: Uhh...that's my job...picking up trash and stuff. Uhhh, sometimes I find a ball, but I don't keep 'em....I give most of them away.
Me: I don't even bother to pick them up since they aren't likely to be my brand. (I am such an elitist)
Ambassador: Well, I give them to my friend. He is in charge of cleaning them and sending them to our veterans overseas.
Me: OK, later.

As I drove off he began washing the balls he found, and I gave him a mental high five for his artistry at BS.