A few people expressed concern over last week’s company golf outing:
I am also shocked, actually scandalized that you play golf. Do you have your own clubs? Do you secretly own outfits with frogs/whales/strawberries embroidered on shorts and/or appearing in a belt clasp?
It’s true. I’ve decided it’s easier to conform. New resolutions: shop in the sportswear section of Macy’s, learn how to apply makeup, buy a sport utility vehicle, flip collar.
But seriously. There are few activities I won’t try if it means an early escape from the soulless office park on a beautiful Friday afternoon. My job was to take pictures, putt, and operate the cart, which ruled because you can drive all over the fairway and in the woods and everywhere. I shared the cart with boss-across-the-hall, who was genuinely alarmed as we zipped back and forth through a tiny tunnel at full speed, trying to catch up to the coworker with the secret beer stash.
And speaking of boss-across-the-hall, check out his skinny legs! Surprisingly, that sunflower seed diet is actually working.