Right after we moved here, I watched a privileged/entitled woman in a sports car themed cart pull up to front of the #4 green of Southern Star with the nose right about the fringe starts; after putting out, she gets in her cart and drives straight across the green toward the next tee box. Needless to say, I called the starter shack, described the lady and her cart, and an ambassador was dispatched to counsel her. She's probably done that forever and probably continues to do so.
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