Charity events involving caterers walking around with trays of fancy cheeses and grilled vegetables on weird looking crackers were well outside Deck and Amy’s comfort zones. An obligation to a friend from college, a need for a tax write off, and the promise of free drinks changed backed them into a corner; their attendance was mandatory.
One and a half hours into the evening’s golf and drinks event, Deck and Amy failed to notice the small crowd gathering around them. They were far too busy to notice anything so trivial as on-lookers, lookie-loos, and rubber neckers.
“What do you mean there’s no fancy lights or smoking volcano when you finally sink the final putt?” Deck asked, flippant and over-dramatic. From his cell phone, volume maxed, sounds of fireworks and celebratory trumpet fanfare rang out.
“What sort of a golf course is this?” Amy added. Continue reading