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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.