Was fortunate enough to be out behind the 12th tee for this and it’s one I’ll never forget. One of the all time “ball game.” Experiences I’ve had at a sporting event.
What a special fucking player.
She came over with pie.
He said, “I’ll let you in for a few minutes.”
Now tell me, whose fault is it?
The neighbor for showing up while the wife’s at work…
Or the man for opening that door?