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 10th 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”.
Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)
Robert K Stephen writes about food and drink, travel, and lifestyle issues. He is one of the few non-national writers to be certified as a wine specialist by the Society of Wine Educators, in Washington, DC. Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write." View more posts