So I'm at work and there's these two men golfing, and tagging along with them for the very fancy "pro-tour" was a 14-year old kid acting as caddy.
I stop the beverage cart. I get out.
"Can I get you gentlemen anything?"
1st man: "no thanks"
2nd man: "Kyle (the kid) you want something?"
kid: "sure"
At this point everything is fine. Everything is normal. However, the larger man - the one that looks like a fat, scary bouncer complete with earring and shaved head - thinks that the kid said "beer," instead of "sure". Then this transpired.
2nd man: "Don't let me catch you saying "beer" boy, I'll KICK you in the DICK!"
1st man: no reaction
2nd man: already fishing for beer in the cart
kid: mild chuckle (as if this was normal)
me: standing agog, completely shocked wanting to crawl under the cart and take the poor kid with me; find him a good home where he wouldn't be "kicked in the dick".
I sure hope Kyle will be ok. I also hope he finds some beer to help him deal with his home life. Geez.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
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So did Man #2 buy a beer for poor Kyle or what?
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