196. The Rude Golfer (2) 

On the eighth tee, Danny’s cell phone rang as Roy was getting ready to hit the . Roy hit another bad shot. He glared at . Danny looked at him again. “I’m a doctor, . I’m on call for emergencies. What if your granddaughter was in a car accident—wouldn’t you be I had my ringer on?”
On the ninth , Danny told Roy that Roy had added up score incorrectly. “You got a 6 on the hole, not a 5,” Danny told Roy in of the two other golfers in the foursome. recounted out loud all five of his shots, told Danny to pay attention to his own . Danny laughed. “Just because you’re old doesn’t necessarily you’re honest,” he said.
After their foursome left ninth green, Roy made sure that he got alone with Danny on the far side of clubhouse. “I’m really tired of your crap,” he Danny. “Stand up! Get out of that golf . I’m going to give you a fat lip match your smart mouth.” Danny didn’t move. “I get up!” Roy yelled at him. A couple nearby golfers turned their heads. Danny looked at . “Well, if that’s how you feel,” he said, drove off to the tenth tee. He said to Roy on the back nine.