madandra
Money List Winner
Lads and Lady, forgive me forum for I have done something today that has brought great shame on me and will have repercussions when I turn my spikes up.
You see, I have been climbing walls due to the lack of action being put my way from my course in recent weeks. Evey time I ask for some she tells me the course is flooded and maybe tomorrow but to no avail. Today I had a gap in appointments from 2pm to 3pm so I thought I would sneak in a fly basket at the nearest range to my customer (Glasgow Gailles AG golf centre).
According to my sat nav I was 9 miles away and decided to go cross country to get there as quick as possible.
2 miles into my mission I encountered a couple of dilly dallying oldies and got by them without too much effort. Then the preverbial hit the fan. All I could see for about a mile was slow moving cars. I noticed there was nothing coming and started my bobbing and weaving and passed about 5, then 6,7, and 8. This was a walk in the park ... 9,10,11,and a mini bus were a bit more aukward with the mini bus driver asking if I fancied some Maxwell House coffee. I was 2 miles from my destination when I passed another mini bus which was 4 from the front of the Q.
Then my heart sank ........ honestly folks I nearly threw up when I clocked what was holding me up from my appointment with some golf balls ....
A HEARSE !!!!!!
I had only gone and torn up a bloody funeral procession.
I pulled in to a lay by waiting for the bolt of lightning but all I got were people telling me I was a 'rock' and a 'brick' or words to that effect.
I will live with this for a long time to come and if the poor bugger is up there looking down I appologise from the bottom of my heart.
I never went to the range due to guilt.
You see, I have been climbing walls due to the lack of action being put my way from my course in recent weeks. Evey time I ask for some she tells me the course is flooded and maybe tomorrow but to no avail. Today I had a gap in appointments from 2pm to 3pm so I thought I would sneak in a fly basket at the nearest range to my customer (Glasgow Gailles AG golf centre).
According to my sat nav I was 9 miles away and decided to go cross country to get there as quick as possible.
2 miles into my mission I encountered a couple of dilly dallying oldies and got by them without too much effort. Then the preverbial hit the fan. All I could see for about a mile was slow moving cars. I noticed there was nothing coming and started my bobbing and weaving and passed about 5, then 6,7, and 8. This was a walk in the park ... 9,10,11,and a mini bus were a bit more aukward with the mini bus driver asking if I fancied some Maxwell House coffee. I was 2 miles from my destination when I passed another mini bus which was 4 from the front of the Q.
Then my heart sank ........ honestly folks I nearly threw up when I clocked what was holding me up from my appointment with some golf balls ....
A HEARSE !!!!!!
I had only gone and torn up a bloody funeral procession.
I pulled in to a lay by waiting for the bolt of lightning but all I got were people telling me I was a 'rock' and a 'brick' or words to that effect.
I will live with this for a long time to come and if the poor bugger is up there looking down I appologise from the bottom of my heart.
I never went to the range due to guilt.