Esox
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We got a brochure in the mail from Golf Galaxy a week or so ago announcing they were having a ladies night. The first 50 broads in the door would get a gift bag with several different sleeves of balls (Nike Karma, Callaway Solaire, D-2, Precept, and Pinnacle), a golf towel, and a $10 gift card. The last time we went to a GG open house type deal we didn't get there early enough to get the goody bag. Today's shindig was scheduled to start at 7:00 so we got there at at 6:10, which gave us plenty of time to spare. Mrs. Esox and Junior Lancer are feeling pretty good knowing they're going to get their swag. There's a sign outside that says the line starts here. The place is still kind of empty, a few women and your typical male club coveters wandering around.
Mrs. Esox and J.L. wander off into the racks while I hit a few putts and browse the club area. I see the Callaway rep we run into at every golf show or function we attend come through the doors with two monstrous staff bags full of drivers, FWs, and hybrids. He starts setting up at the launch monitor. I'm thinking that's cool because I want to see J.L.'s swing speed with a senior shafted Diablo.
Anyhooo, about 6:30, I see women start fluttering into line like the crows on the playground in The Birds, so I suggest the girls fly out to join the flock. I go back to stroking a few putts with a weird looking thing called a Backstrike. That baby rolls the ball nicely and while I'm scheming how to justify that $199.00 price tag, one of the GG dudes comes up to me and tells me, "Sir, it's 6:45. You're going to have to leave the store. In 15 minutes it's ladies only. No men allowed."
Say what! By 7:00 when they open the doors, there're about 120 golf crazed crows lined up around the parking lot, and they explode their way through the entrance like it's a 1950's white sale at the Monkey Wards. Who woulda thunk such a large number of the fairer sex would gather to shop for golf stuff with such a vengeance sans their sugar daddies?
As I excused my way through the line right before the stampede began, a white haired senior citizen lady says "Did they kick you out?" When I say, "Yeah, me and the credits cards," she yells out, "Good," and starts cawing hysterically, which gets the other crows going. It was a little chilling, I have to admit.
I end up sitting in the car for an hour and a half as did a number of other gender challenged dummies. I could almost hear the cash registers humming. Shirts, shorts, gloves, they done real good for themselves. Guess what they bought me?
Nothing.
But I was glad to see them have a good time.
Kevin
Mrs. Esox and J.L. wander off into the racks while I hit a few putts and browse the club area. I see the Callaway rep we run into at every golf show or function we attend come through the doors with two monstrous staff bags full of drivers, FWs, and hybrids. He starts setting up at the launch monitor. I'm thinking that's cool because I want to see J.L.'s swing speed with a senior shafted Diablo.
Anyhooo, about 6:30, I see women start fluttering into line like the crows on the playground in The Birds, so I suggest the girls fly out to join the flock. I go back to stroking a few putts with a weird looking thing called a Backstrike. That baby rolls the ball nicely and while I'm scheming how to justify that $199.00 price tag, one of the GG dudes comes up to me and tells me, "Sir, it's 6:45. You're going to have to leave the store. In 15 minutes it's ladies only. No men allowed."
Say what! By 7:00 when they open the doors, there're about 120 golf crazed crows lined up around the parking lot, and they explode their way through the entrance like it's a 1950's white sale at the Monkey Wards. Who woulda thunk such a large number of the fairer sex would gather to shop for golf stuff with such a vengeance sans their sugar daddies?
As I excused my way through the line right before the stampede began, a white haired senior citizen lady says "Did they kick you out?" When I say, "Yeah, me and the credits cards," she yells out, "Good," and starts cawing hysterically, which gets the other crows going. It was a little chilling, I have to admit.
I end up sitting in the car for an hour and a half as did a number of other gender challenged dummies. I could almost hear the cash registers humming. Shirts, shorts, gloves, they done real good for themselves. Guess what they bought me?
Nothing.
But I was glad to see them have a good time.
Kevin
).... You are gold with a pen!!!!