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Save me please from the crazy golf marshal My golf game’s back

Have you ever noticed how a person handed a little bit of authority will abuse it? In an ironic twist of fate, some of the people with those sort of traits I’ve run into over the years have been golf marshals patrolling the same grounds on which I’ve come to experience some peace and quiet. They are either of the snowbird variety or the people who have lived here all their lives but have recently retired. Their former co-workers are probably thinking, “Thank God he’s gone.” Some of them act like the Gestapo if you ever step out of line and you’ve lost your golf receipt before you show up at the first tee box. “Up against the wall and show me your papers.” Only thing missing is the swastika and the accent. Holy moly. I just came here to play some golf and relax, and I run into Himmler. “Silence while I check your papers.” The marshal gig isn’t bad if you can get it. Most of the time it involves volunteering for four hours as a marshal during the week, late afternoons/early evenings, or on the weekend when it usually gets busier. In return, you get two or three free rounds of golf, which includes a cart. I’ve never been a fan of authority, which is one reason I probably didn’t do well in school. It’s another reason I never considered the military. I knew I’d end up with a drill instructor who hated me on sight, and unlike sports, I wouldn’t be able to just “quit the team.” I usually like most people, but the rotten apples among us make life miserable for most people whose paths they cross. It’s as if they wake up and say, while looking into the mirror, “How can I be an @$$ today?” Crazy world in which we live, although I do like most people, and I don’t start out unfriendly. I just refuse to accept BS from people for more than, oh, a minute? I think the BS with the pandemic has pushed that old threshold down to about, hmmm, 30 seconds? I never suffered fools gladly. Now, it’s just worse than it used to be. Having to deal with a plague, I think, has that effect on people. In athletics, I usually listened to my coaches because I didn’t want to get booted from the team, so my anti-authority troubles in the classroom never carried over to ...

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