So at my course, since it's in the hills, it's really easy to cut over from the third hole to the 7th hole. Everyone, including myself, does it all the time. I wanted to get my loop in for the day, which consists of 1-3 holes, cut over to the 7th, and from there go to 7-8th, and cut over to the 15th and play in.
Anyway, I did my regular setup after paring the third, and headed over to the 7th. Like always, I checked the 6th hole's tee box to make sure nobody was teeing off so I wouldn't directly cut in front of anybody. However, there was somebody putting on the 5th, but I didn't think too much of it as I play at a good pace and thought I could tee off by the time he did on the 7th.
When I reach the 7th tee box, I set up my ball and get ready to tee off ... only to find two weekenders in front of me. Granted, I have nothing wrong with these guys and I wasn't mad at them or anything, but I was left on the tee box for about 5 minutes while they shanked it right. Nothing to be ashamed of, just keep it in mind.
So I was sitting on the tee box for a good five minutes, and up rolls the guy I just saw on the green of the two holes behind me. I'm just standing there, trying to visualize my next drive while he just stares at me for a good 30 seconds. I mean, dayum, the dude had a great stare. Although he had sunglasses, I felt like his burning eyes gapped through his tinted lenses and grabbed something deep inside of me, pulling out my very soul while he munched on the only thing..
Anyway, I, making sure I am very polite not wanting to dirty my name around the course say, "How are you doing?", y'know, something you would say to a fellow golfer. I was expecting a "Ah, great day huh?" or something like that, but nah, the guy continues to stare at me.. not saying a word. Finally, I say "What?" and he just continues to stare. Looking behind me, a little mockery, but it was more making something out of the super awkward glare he was giving me. Then, he got out of his cart and started heading my way. Damn, son, he was charging like a horse and I was his carrot. Getting all up in my face, pointing is finger (bending it just like Bill Clinton did to feel like Reagan) he spat in my face:
"Did you just cut in front of me?"
"Oh, uh, yeah but I didn't mean to slow your game down. I usually just cut over from this hole when the sun's going down to get in my loop."
"Didn't you see me behind you? I saw you cutting in front of me!"
"I actually didn't. I saw you on the green of the 5th, but I didn't know these guys were in front of me. I'm sorry, you can take the tee box if you want, there's no problem."
I was actually talking like that. I was trying to remain as respectful as possible because I didn't want word flying around "That kid's a jerk!". I thought I handled it well, I continued to offer him the tee-box, apologize and let him know I didn't know he was that close to me, etc.
For another 3 minutes or so he ranted about how it's "Just not right" and blah blah blah. I told him if I knew he was behind me I wouldn't have cut and let him through, after all everyone cuts over like I did. It's not like I'm breaking any rules.
I stepped back and offered him the tee box a final time, and he gave me one more glare before turning around to walk back to his cart. I thought he was grabbing his driver (maybe a 9-iron, don't want to mess with the trees?), but he just sat there. Presumably, I teed off. It was a great tee shot, and it was right in front of him... I thought it was good intimidation practice. Some of my friends think the guy is loco in the toco and just felt miserable that day. Another felt like he wanted to get in my head. Idk what he wanted, dude was tripping.
Anyway, what do you think? I just felt like writing this because I'm taking a break from studying. Also, share your crazy golf stories! I'd love to hear any.