...One of my WORST serves

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...In HS, I wanted to earn some extra money, but I hated babysitting...so I walked to the Country Club and asked to become a caddie.     The Caddymaster looked me over, and shrugged and said, "Hopefully you can carry a bag for 18 holes" and let me into the 'pack'.     The men pretty much ignored me, except when the Caddymaster called out my name, and I got a bag to carry...once a man shouted out..."Hey, I am here."     I went very quickly to the bag and carried it out to the first tee, and handed my golfer his driver.   

...My legendary 'serve' occurred on the 16th hole.  I was tired...it was actually my second loop of the day, usually I just left after carrying a bag once around the course.  We got to the green, and I set my bag down, and went to tend the pin.  I thought that I heard a golfer say, "Pull the pin", and so I took it out of the cup and walked about ten yards  to the side, and stood, holding the pin upright.  I was astonished when a golfer putted towards me, and the ball stopped right next to the pin.  He was VERY happy. 

My golfer then called out, "Replace the pin", and I walked back to the cup and set the pin back in and walked back to my golfers bag.  The look on the putter's face was astonishing...

My golfer gave me a nice tip for the round... ...he won the match...but I never again pulled the pin without calling out to the golfers, and I would hold it horizontal...

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...One more story bout my career as a caddie.  The 9th hole had a refreshment stand, and the golfers always sat and ate a snack or drank a beer.  The adult caddies in my foresome would take my bag from me, and walk halfway down the fairway.  I would go with the golfers, and ask for refreshments, and then carry them back to the other caddies, the golfers would pay for them.  Usually it was just cokes, but once I charmed my golfer and I brought back cokes and ham sandwiches for all of us caddies.  The other caddies were very happy to see me arrive, carrying the cardboard tray...

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...When I ALMOST got my neck broken...

...I was caddying, and the foursome were NOT good players...I was the only caddy, two were in a cart, and another pulled his own clubs in one of those small hand carts.  They were all visitors, and I had to explain the course to them... ...I really enjoyed when we arrived at the 8th hole, and I set down my bag, and handed my golfer a 3 wood.  They all looked at me, and asked, "What is this hole?"  I tiredly said, "It is a par 5, dogleg to the left, 540 yards, I suggest that you just land to the left side."  They stared at me, and I started giggling, and pointed at the tee markers, and said, "Yes, you have to shoot over the road, I will watch for cars, and wave when it is clear."  They all got across, and I led them along the course.

But the best was at a par 3 hole, my golfers' score was just behind another, and he was unhappy.  I handed him a 7 iron, and watched, holding the bag in front of me.  The three other golfers all missed the green, two were in the sand hazard.  My golfer landed his shot about 4 feet from the pin.  I took the 7 iron from him, and loudly said...as I handed him another club..."HERE IS YOUR PUTTER, SIR!...

The other Men all laughed, but one swung his club at me...I stepped back...but I didn't need to, he was far away... ...they each gave me some cash at the end...the man who had swung the club handed me a $20, and said..."That was the best comment I ever heard a caddie make."

I have just had a 'big mouth' all of my life, I see...

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...OK...one MORE story...I "Cheated at Golf as a Caddie"...

If a golfer 'loses' the ball...he gets a very heavy penalty.  He has to drop another ball, and take a penalty...adding to the number of strokes he did to complete the hole. As a caddie...we would always VERY CAREFULLY watch the ball, and if it landed in the 'rough', we would all help the golfer find the ball.  We also had to be quick...there were always golfers behind, and our foresome had to keep moving so as to not back up the course.  The Caddymaster would sometimes patrol the course, and if a group of golfers were slowing up the play...he would tell us caddies to urge the golfers to keep moving.   

Once, we were all searching for my golfers ball, and we couldn't find it.  My golfer was VERY frustrated...he had a bet with another golfer...and lost it because of the penalty.  I only got the basic fee for carrying the bag...no tip...although I was doing my best to be 'cute'.     I thought about the problem as I rode the bus back to my town...and CAME UP WITH A SOLUTION!!!!   

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...When I arrived at the course, I would sit with the other caddies in an area where the Caddymaster could look down, and see who was present.  You would just sit there, and look up when you saw him looking down at us...and hope that your name would be called out.     If it was, you would go up to him, and he would tell you the name of the golfer, and point out the bag.     You would then carry the bag down to the 1st tee, and wait for the foresome to show up.  I would take a very careful look at my golfer...mark his hair color...and what he was wearing.  That was because, often, while the golfers were waiting to take their tee shot...we caddies would walk partway down the fairway, and watch the shots, and walk over to where the ball landed.   

When I was waiting for my golfer to arrive at the 1st tee...I would go through the bag and check the balls that he was using.  I would grab one of the most common ones, and put it in my pocket.  When I handed him balls when he needed one...I made sure that it was the same brand...and had the same number on it that the ball in my pocket had.   

So, my golfer NEVER lost a ball again.     If we couldn't find his tee shot if it landed in the rough, I would take the ball out of my pocket, and set it down...and after pretending to search for another minute...I would call out..."HERE IT IS, SIR"   

But, I was very honest...if he didn't lose one while playing...I would put the ball in my pocket back into his bag at the end of the round.     Of course...my other pockets were usually full of balls...I would spot lost balls as I walked...and just pick them up...

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