I was sitting on our deck eating breakfast at 8:30 a.m. watching golfers slowly work their way through the third hole. They finally got up to the green, and I heard the following conversation:
Golfer 1: In the hole, Lydia, in the hole!
Golfer 2: What do you think I'm trying to do?!?
Golfer 1: Missed again. Man, this is taking forever.
Snack truck lady: Would you like anything to eat or drink?
Golfer 1: I would like a Budweiser.
STL: In a can or a bottle?
Golfer 1: Whichever has the most.
Man, I'm glad I'm not Lydia.
Me, too. Lydia apparently got nothing to drink, while golfer 1 guzzled his Bud.
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