It was a sunny friday morning on the first hole of a busy course and i was beginning my pre-shot routine,visualising my upcoming shot,when a piercing voice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker.
"would the gentleman on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee please?"
i could feel every eye on the course looking at me, i was still deep in my routine,seemingly impervious to the interuption.
Again,the announcement. "would the man on the woman's tee kindly back up to the men's tee please"
I simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating,when once more the man yelled;
"WOULD THE MAN ON THE WOMAN'S TEE BACK UP TO THE MEN'S TEE PLEASE!"
finally,i stopped,turned and looked through the clubhouse window directly at the person with the mike,i cupped my hands and shouted,
"WOULD THE ARSEHOLE IN THE CLUBHOUSE KINDLY SHUT THE FECK UP AND LET ME PLAY MY SECOND SHOT?"