At the range today, they have quite a large green with about 6/7 holes dotted around ( with flags). Nobody was using the green when I arrived ( very odd), so I started chipping a few balls.
Hit about 20 and then walked over to pick them up. As I was in the middle of picking them up, a ball hopped past me, not too fast but enough to hurt an ankle. I looked up and this guy had just chipped his first ball. I gave him a dirty look but didn't say anything coz we've all hit thinners across the green. I continued to pick up my balls, while half-watching buddy. So I now see he is actually aiming for the hole I'm beside !!
Next ball comes near me ( and it's not a range ball, he had about ten bright yellow Top-Flites), so I scooped it up into the basket, then the last two of my own and walked away. He comes up to me and says "I think you have one of my balls" in a moany voice. I pick it out of the basket and gently throw it him, point my finger at him and say "Next time you aim a ball at me, I'm going to ram it so hard up your f'in arse, it'll come out your mouth". I think he schitt himself
Hit about 20 and then walked over to pick them up. As I was in the middle of picking them up, a ball hopped past me, not too fast but enough to hurt an ankle. I looked up and this guy had just chipped his first ball. I gave him a dirty look but didn't say anything coz we've all hit thinners across the green. I continued to pick up my balls, while half-watching buddy. So I now see he is actually aiming for the hole I'm beside !!
Next ball comes near me ( and it's not a range ball, he had about ten bright yellow Top-Flites), so I scooped it up into the basket, then the last two of my own and walked away. He comes up to me and says "I think you have one of my balls" in a moany voice. I pick it out of the basket and gently throw it him, point my finger at him and say "Next time you aim a ball at me, I'm going to ram it so hard up your f'in arse, it'll come out your mouth". I think he schitt himself
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