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So today was the stereotypical day at Cottonwood Golf Course. There was a charity golf tournament for handicapped children, drunken men and Playboy Bunnies. Oh not to mention a few girls from Deal or No Deal, and Hooters. There was free beer at every hole (we have a total of 2 courses at Cottonwood, so that makes a total of 36 holes). My Dad is a Marshall at the course and he had to report a tipped over golf cart, two carts which got drunkenly smashed in a ditch, and indecent exposure (he was mooned). Oh might I add there was 400 people in this tournament. So while my Dad was dealing with drunken men I was setting up.
When they came in for dinner they drank more and ran up a $2,000 bar tab in 3 hours (I guess it could have been worse).
After dinner I helped clean up 400 plates and glasses. And at the very end was asked by a Playboy Bunny to bum a cigarette. I happily obliged - as I normally do. I handed her the pack she looked at both ends of the smoke and looked at me and asked "I don't know how to smoke this, where is the filter?" So I politely explained to her that you could smoke out of either end and make sure to keep her lips dry when smoking it. This didn't really register and she remained completely clueless. Literally 5 minutes later a second Bunny asks to bum a cigarette. I give her my pack and honest to God she asked me the same thing as the first...verbatim. So I explained for the second time tonight how to smoke a non-filtered cigarette, luckily, this one got it.
But the ringer for the night was when I got into my car and looked over and saw a bucket with a black plastic bag hiding the contents of the bucket in front of my passenger seat. Now I had lent my Dad my keys earlier so I assumed he put the bucket in there. Well I peel back the bag and underneath is a half full handle of rum, eight beers, two energy drinks, one Gatorade, four mini water guns, and two cloths which you clean your glasses with - all of which my Dad had gathered from the various stations around the golf course (remember the 32 holes with free beer?). So I relocate the bucket to my trunk and head home after a long, hard day of work.