My dad wanted to go, so we went for him (it was his birthday weekend). I'm not much into ladygolf. Or golf, really. And that's ok, because this was for Dad.
I wasn't supposed to take in a cell phone, but, as I'm sure you know by now, I'm a total rebel (aren't all editors??). :)
It's not like I took pictures of anything important.
Here's the biggest damn diamond I've ever seen in person. I swear this thing looked like a ring pop.
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| Sorry for the pixellation; I zoomed in to avoid arrest. |
I took this golfer's photo because she had the cutest shoes by far.
And then we come to this photo.
This woman was (and I assume is, pretty much all the time) a bitch. And here's why. We were in two lines to get onto the shuttles to get back to our cars. The lines merged. And she assumed we were cutting in line. She went on the attack.
In short, she was very rude to my parents.
And I will not have that shit.
I tapped in to my inner bitch, stepped in, and gave as good as I got. I don't think she's used to people coming back at her when she's rude in public. She was completely taken aback.
Finally she spat out Fine! Get in line. But you get in line behind me.
Oh, I'll get in line behind you. I'll get in line RIGHT BEHIND YOU! And with that, I stood as close to her as possible.
We didn't have any more trouble with her after that.
I don't like confrontation. Especially not with angry strangers. But it's nice to know I can hold my own when the situation calls for it.
And everybody around us figured out pretty quickly that you do not mess with my family!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
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