“My Life as a Golf Marshall” :The Four Dickheads

As a Marshall you are bound to see dickheads in action. In this case the starter tipped me off to four “idiots” teeing off on the 10^th at 8 in the morning. I approached the four gentlemen in their early thirties tattooed and in a cloud of cannabis. Their politeness was a bit odd and over theatrical calling me Mr. Marshall Sir. They wanted to play 18 holes but had only been able to book 9. They would “compensate me” (bribery?) if I would let them play 18. I declined their offer and said speak to the starter. I hear they tried to book 9 more holes at the Pro Shop and as the course was full they were unsuccessful. They took a hissy fit shouting, yelling and cursing at the pro shop . They left their carts in the parking lot full of garbage including used masks. Dickheads in action. Perhaps further adjectives are required to describe “Dickheads”. Excuse me but stick your filthy masks up your dickheaded …..es”.