Mercy Golf

Well, the husbands friends all went out of town and work details this weekend so I begged to play golf with him. He pretty much plays every Sunday. This works for me, down time, remote control and etc. I stay home plan a fabulous dinner and do laundry, 5 loads max, so I'm happy with Sundays. Anyway, This Sunday, no laundry, no dinner to speak of so he takes me to play golf, Mercy golf.
Yee haww!!! We get there. I'm a 100-126 score he is much better 75-96 when he plays. We had two old ladies barely able to get out of the cart in front of us. 25 minutes into the 1st hole they are....just off the women's tees. OMG its gonna be a long morning. 2 1/2 hrs later we are just rounding the 10th hole a par three. They have been on this hole near as we can tell 15 minutes. They are just now getting to the flag. Husband says: I'm done I can't do this any more. I agree. We head home. I am 2 bloody Marys' into the game and he is very nice and says "its not you honey, Its the ladies in front of us". 1 1/2hrs to get to 9 holes!!! Plus they lost their putter and their driver sock so we had to pick up and walk the stuff up to them. The 1st lady had a handicap sticker on her cart. She could hardly stand up and she hit the ball about 2 ft. I told husband "be nice that could be me 1 day". They were really nice, but Sunday is the busiest golf day of the week....Why would you put them 1st at 830a? For those of you who play golf you will understand the frustration, for those who don't...its' like being stuck in rush hour traffic doing 5 mph and your exit is less than 30 ft. in front of you. So, despite my frustration at playing a lousy game I can blame Mercy golf on the 2 little old ladies playing in front of us. I don't get to play too much with husband, he gets frustrated with me. Not playing fast enough etc. But, In my mind you can never win at golf. I don't play seriously. I like music when I play, I like to drink when I play. The course will win every day. Me? I'm outside in the sun on a Sunday, drinking bloody Marys' batting a ball around in the grass. Come on...Have fun, relax. Get over all the fancy stuff. You're not Tiger Woods. Nobody is paying you to be here. You are PAYING to get your ASS kicked by a ball. My dad says Golf is like watching grass grow. You know what? Behind those two ladies today....he is soooo right!!!