Girl Golfer Life

[ClevelandGirl]

Playing with The Lads at a new course several towns over, out in The Sticks, and it finally happened.

Really? I looked at the lads, a bit mournfully, and joked “this looks pretty sketchy guys. If I’m not back in five minutes, Brian gets my clubs and Dave can have my comic book collection.”

Two of them are girl dads, and they gave the same dubious expression. “Well, scream once if it’s okay, twice if you’re in trouble.” 
 

It’s funny but it’s not funny. Every big city girl fiber was screaming “you can hold it another 6 hours til we get home.” 

Oh yeah SOOPER comfortable with the glass windows even my short self can see in. SOOPER comfortable being on my own where nobody can see me.

SOOPER comfortable with the sheets protecting my privacy from the glass French doors.

I think I was in more danger from cockroaches than humans but man can you say “unwelcome to the course”? 
 

Anyone else have situations like this?