...Being a caddy...

...I actually enjoyed it, I would be walking on a lovely course, and just focus on my golfer. I had a strip of cloth tied to my belt, and would wipe the clubs as we did the round. I would carefully watch where the ball went...and guide my golfer to where it was.
...The Caddymaster ALWAYS assigned ME to carry the bag for an elderly Scottish golfer, who would show up at 7:30 in the morning, and just want to play 'solo'. The Caddymaster would look down, where we caddies were gathered...and call out MY NAME!!!

I would climb up the stairs, pick up the bag, and walk to the first tee. The golfer was a bit gruff, he was old, and didn't play golf well at all. Plus, he was cheap, he didn't pay me much, and when a ball landed in the rough, he would expect me to find it.

...Sometimes, I couldn't, and he would be very upset...and I would keep searching.
...So, I came up with a plan. We caddies would find balls all of the time, I had a bucket of them at home, and so I would have 3 or 4 balls in my pocket when I caddied for him. When his ball went into the rough, I would do a quick search, and come back to him, and say...
..."I couldn't find it, but I found these." I would hold out the balls to him...and he would...
...TAKE THEM ALL!!!!

...We would get through the round, and...
...I would $2.75!!!!!

...I grumbled to the Caddymaster, once, as I was washing the the golfer's clubs. He laughed, and told me...
..."You are carrying the bag of one of the Founding Members of the Country Club."
...My submissive side came out, and I was always pleasant to the old man. I also made sure...
...THAT I HAD A FEW GOLFBALLS IN MY POCKET...when I caddied...
