The Workermonkey

Thursday, May 27, 2004

Story time 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 5/27/2004 09:03:00 PM

It’s the end of a long day. Nothing out of the ordinary but the same usual shit. Wake-up, drive to work, zone out for a few hours and spit out drawings. Drive home, hit some golf balls grab a drink and watch the yanks try and sweep Baltimore.
The hum of a cheep import washing machine rumbles in the back ground as the occasional passing car can be heard in the back ground. I’m sitting on the back poach with a drink by my side and Derek jeter just hit a 2 run double. The light spring breeze moves across the leaves of my plants. I have them on the poach to get a little more light while I’m at work. The sun doesn’t really come through the windows of my dim little apartment. Some of my plants haven’t done so well here. On the other hand some have done very well.
The night sky is moving in quickly. The only light source I see is my computer screen in front of me and the soft flicker of the television in the background. Its hard to see my drink on the ground but that probably has more to do with my poor eyesight.
Golf went well today. I hit a bunch of balls at the driving range and learned that I need to keep my hips closed and stop rolling over my wrists. My sister has recently gotten enamored with the sport of golf herself. One o f her stoner hippie (this isn’t an insult, its just they’re from VT and smoke a lot of weed) friends has been bringing her to the driving range so she’s started to like it. When she came down I took her to dicks and bought her a pair of clubs to fool around with. The was a trip and a half.
The golf “pro” at dicks saw us coming a mile away and it didn’t take very long for him to figure out that we had no clue what we were doing. He was a nice old man, probably used to be an old course vet somewhere and this is his retirement job. Just stands around all day talking about golf.
He took it upon himself to see that Amanda was holding the club right. The old man asked her to step in front of him and take a few swings right there in the store. He pointed out a few simple mistakes she was making and she seemed to be enjoying it. This started to go on a little long and at times I wasn’t so sure he wasn’t doing this just to look at her chest. He was awfully friendly.
We finally settled on a 7 iron and a 5 iron for her. 25 bucks, a quick goodbye to the nice old man and we were gone. As soon as we stepped out the door Amanda turned and said to me; “I think he was looking at my chest”. A good laugh and we wrote him off as a creep.
Yesterday Amanda called me and said she was at Dicks in VT and buying more clubs. This time she wanted a driver so she could “hit it far”. Lacking a creepy old golf man, she decided to call me. Now she has a few clubs and is more excited about the fact that they make pink golf shoes. Today she called because she bought snazzy with glove. Congratulations golf, you’ve hooked my sister with fashion.
And now my battery is telling me to stop because its about to quit. You now all know the story of my sister and golf. Enjoy.

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