Tuesday, May 27, 2003

I'd rather be fired from my job than miss a tee time

Yesterday as Mousley and I were driving up Spanish Fork's canyon to go to Spanish Oaks Golf Course, we were running short on time. Our tee time was scheduled for 5:40 and we we're just getting off the freeway at 5:30. It seems like there would have been plenty of time, but as we were rounding the last corner to the entrance of the course we were shocked to see the bridge had been torn up from construction and we were going to have to take a detour.

Glancing down at the clock I realized it was now 5:37 and we were out of time. We pulled onto the detour thinking that it was just going to take us around the block ... little did we know that 5 minutes from then we would be out in the middle of a farm field driving on a gravel road with the evening sun glaring right into our eyes.

At about 5:39 we both began to panic. There are few things in this life more stressful than missing a tee time to a golfer. I think that I would rather be fired from my job than miss a tee time. As we were driving along we just kept saying - "Is this really the right way?" We were driving for 4 miles straight out into the country before we saw another detour sign. YES!!!!

Glancing at the clock one more time, I could see that we had about 30 more seconds to get to the clubhouse before they were going to give our tee time away. My stomach began to ache and I broke out into a cold sweat. Oh the humanity! Honestly, I'm not sure how to explain it. But you just start to panic ... "OH NO! THEY'RE GOING TO GIVE IT AWAY!!!"

I tried to take a few deep breaths to calm myself, but to no avail. A few minutes later we entered civilization again and we saw a sign for the golf course. We pulled in about 10 minutes later. Both of us looked and felt like heck. I felt like I had been up sick all night and could hardly walk.

I walked into the clubhouse with a frown on my face and a tear in my eye. I approached the desk with a knot in my stomach. "Are we too late? Did you give it away?"

I looked at her reservation sheet on the counter and saw that there were no reservations after us for that evening. We did it! We were late for a tee time and it didn't even matter. We beat the system! I felt like doing a Toyota-jump right there in the club house, but held myself back. A new energy of life flowed through my blood. The air held a new hope for a good evening of golf.

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