AZRhode
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So, my wife decides to get some new fancy body scrub for the house and I'm out of my cheap Dove body wash and I decide to try the wonderful "Cocunut Sugar Rub" and I have to admit, it smells nice and the little granuals make your skin feel nice, so I'm feeling dandy and all prettied up.
A while later, I pick up my son from school and we head to the driving range.
While I'm getting him set up, a random bee won't leave my alone, and I was freakin a little as I'm alergic to bees.
After I get him set up, I go to my area and was trying to hit some short wedges when I notice two bees won't leave me alone. I'm waiving them away, and they won't let up.
All of a sudden, there are 4 or 5 bees honing in on me. At this point, I'm freaking out a little and holding my club with the head in my hand and doing my best swashbuckling impression, running in circles and trying to kill the bees that won't leave me alone. Undeterred, the bees a flocking to me like I'm a giant flower.
I luckily carry bug spray in my bag and drench myself in it just to cover the nector that the bees couldn't resist.
At that point, beyond frazzled, I try to hit my balls.
My son, in child like wisdom, says to me "dad, I stayed calm and the bees left me alone."
Somehow, I think my son and my wife plotted against me with the super bee attractor body scrub. Suffice to say, I won't be using it again, and can't go back to the range for a few days because I looked like a total psycho running around like a little girl!
A while later, I pick up my son from school and we head to the driving range.
While I'm getting him set up, a random bee won't leave my alone, and I was freakin a little as I'm alergic to bees.
After I get him set up, I go to my area and was trying to hit some short wedges when I notice two bees won't leave me alone. I'm waiving them away, and they won't let up.
All of a sudden, there are 4 or 5 bees honing in on me. At this point, I'm freaking out a little and holding my club with the head in my hand and doing my best swashbuckling impression, running in circles and trying to kill the bees that won't leave me alone. Undeterred, the bees a flocking to me like I'm a giant flower.
I luckily carry bug spray in my bag and drench myself in it just to cover the nector that the bees couldn't resist.
At that point, beyond frazzled, I try to hit my balls.
My son, in child like wisdom, says to me "dad, I stayed calm and the bees left me alone."
Somehow, I think my son and my wife plotted against me with the super bee attractor body scrub. Suffice to say, I won't be using it again, and can't go back to the range for a few days because I looked like a total psycho running around like a little girl!
