Men spit. Almost all spitting men are courteous, but once I was walking down the fairway enjoying the scenery when… Bammo! I was hopping over incoming projectile saliva. Keep an eye out.
If you’re a woman playing with three men and you don’t see one of them, don’t look for him. He’s in the woods – and he’s not looking for his golf ball. I found this out the hard way. “Hey, where’s Bob??” Oh.
Speaking of woods, there may come a time when even we women might need to use Nature’s Bathroom. This is already an unpleasant experience, but I have three pieces of advice to make it bearable:
1) Face uphill – I […]