Golf

Let's get one thing straight. I am not a golfer. I am more of the caddying type. I don't mind the walking, but if there is a cart...wheeeeeee. Pat would golf and I would caddy when we were dating and I feigned interest so we could keep dating.
I was looking for a lost ball in the woods as Pat was taking a practice swing. WHAM! I was hit! Caddy down! My shoulder was stinging, my eyes were stinging and Pat was trying not to laugh. No, he did the customary comforting thing. I ended up with a lump on the shoulder. A Quasimodo lump I should add. I believe that is the last time I was on a golf course.