Playing away in a knock today and being shouted at bluntly from 40-50 yards away to tuck my shirt in by a very ‘welcoming’ member. The front of my shirt had apparently become partially untucked in the course of playing. I just smiled at him and tucked it back in. Saw him in the bar afterwards and he was much less aggressive without half a fairway between the two of us. He explained that “they’re trying to keep standards of dress up otherwise before long all sorts would be playing”, all whilst wearing long grey socks and Jesus sandals. The irony was palpable. Me and the barmaid shared a knowing silent glance, which was interrupted with expert comic timing by my mate joining and asking the member deadpan where he had got his sandals from.
At least you were actually on the course. It happened to me twice at different courses. Once in the car park and once when I was waiting to step onto the first tee (by two different people including the lady captain).