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 →