So, I just got off the phone with the Eagle Tee Golf Course. My Husband dropped his golf clubs off at the clubhouse last night after he hit a bucket of balls.
"Yeah, Ma'am?" I just wanted to let you know that your husband's golf bag is full of cow shit in the bottom of it." NOTE: This is a DIRECT QUOTE!
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah. It's full of cow shit so we have it outside on account that it smells so bad."
At this point, I am laughing out of sheer embarassment and wonder.
"Um, do you mean it's on the bottom of the bag?"
"NO. It's INSIDE the bag. Do you live on a farm of somethin'?"
"Uh, no." (More embarassed laughter) "We certainly DON'T live on a farm. Don't you think it would be a bit difficult for a cow to do that in a golf bag?"
"Well, Ma'am, I'm just calling to let you know that it smells bad."
"I'll be sure to let my husband know."
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You are going to tell us how that happened right?
What the . . .
Dammit you are so funny.
I called my husband to tell him what happened. He went over there at lunch because his clubs were ready anyway. There was no cow crap in the bottom of the bag. I had suggested that perhaps it was a dead mouse. I mean, come ON, it's been 5 years since he's golfed. Upon inspection, he found nothing except a strong, musty smell. Needless to say, he was P.O.'d. I was more taken aback by the fact that this guy called and actually said "Cow Shit" on the phone to a total stranger.
I told him to go to Walmart on the way home and pick up a new bag.
LOL.
I dont even know what to say but i'm laughin at the idea of the phone call....lmao.
That certainly deserves a call back to inform the golf shop lackey that he has cow shit for brains.
What a wierd thing to do.
That is SO funny! There probably Was a mouse that has totally disintegrated by now. Burn that bag!
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