My dad golfs. My little brother and sister go with him from time to time. Or at least they did until my brother fell sideways out of a golf cart. That’s about my only connection to the sport.
That and the time I spent waitressing at the Lancaster Country Club. Basically, the “club” is just a place to golf, although according to their website they have a pool now. But when I was there it was just golf. And really just men’s golf. Women could golf there but they didn’t very often. It was really a boys club. The guys who worked the bar got big tips and the ladies that worked the dining room floor got not a lot except sometimes a pat on the ass from some lecherous old man. No, we didn’t share tips. Yes, we still had to tip out the bar staff. It was all kind of lame. Continue reading →