I definitely am "that guy".
This might be kind of a "you had to be there story"... Waiting at the tee on a par 5 with the group ahead about 230 yards out. I don't normally hit that far but will on occasions, so I wait. Guy and his wife pull up in a cart behind me, the husband yells (not in a bad way) to go ahead and hit my tee shot because I'll never reach them. I yell back that I don't want to take the chance of hitting into them, that I'm going to wait. He tells me again there's no way I'll reach them. I offer to let him play through but he doesn't want to.
Thirty seconds later, the group clears and with the couple behind watching... I of course hit the wimpiest slice ever that, needless to say, doesn't get anywhere near to the spot the group was at.
After finishing the hole, I wait for the couple to pull up to the cart path just to explain I didn't want to take the chance (the fact that I felt the need to do that is kind of silly). But before I say a word, he immediately starts apologizing, tells me he shouldn't have opened his mouth, that his wife got on his #!@% for saying something... she's shaking her head and rolling her eyes. We laugh at the situation - my shot, him regretting saying something. We shake hands and go about our business.
This might be kind of a "you had to be there story"... Waiting at the tee on a par 5 with the group ahead about 230 yards out. I don't normally hit that far but will on occasions, so I wait. Guy and his wife pull up in a cart behind me, the husband yells (not in a bad way) to go ahead and hit my tee shot because I'll never reach them. I yell back that I don't want to take the chance of hitting into them, that I'm going to wait. He tells me again there's no way I'll reach them. I offer to let him play through but he doesn't want to.
Thirty seconds later, the group clears and with the couple behind watching... I of course hit the wimpiest slice ever that, needless to say, doesn't get anywhere near to the spot the group was at.
After finishing the hole, I wait for the couple to pull up to the cart path just to explain I didn't want to take the chance (the fact that I felt the need to do that is kind of silly). But before I say a word, he immediately starts apologizing, tells me he shouldn't have opened his mouth, that his wife got on his #!@% for saying something... she's shaking her head and rolling her eyes. We laugh at the situation - my shot, him regretting saying something. We shake hands and go about our business.