The Cart Girl is approaching! Your group can see her from several holes away making the rounds. That one guy, you know who I mean, that guy in every foursome, immediately sucks in his gut, puts on his best smile and slicks back his hair. Every golfer has seen this phenomenon. Hopefully it doesn’t hit too close to home, but it can be witnessed in some variation at every golf course. Here is an example of a recent interaction that I happened to witness. I will try to describe the scene without too much offense, although I was laughing like a hyena as I wrote this piece. “How are you doing sweetheart?” I hear, as I roll my eyes and put my club back in my bag. The answer does not matter, the ‘Cart Girl Boogie’ has begun and it is quite comical. The conversation emanating from this 40-something, who thinks he is suave and debonair, chatting up this attractive young lady in her 20’s, can be likened to listening to nails on a chalkboard. This guy actually thinks his manly charms will work on this girl, young enough to be his daughter, or even granddaughter. Coy compliments flow from his mouth like water over Niagara Falls. She patiently listens, as she attempts to do her job, smiling the entire time in order to extract a sizable tip. She holds the upper hand in this exchange and she knows it. He is persistent, however, clinging to the slightest hope of success. It is a game of cat and mouse, although the roles, in actuality, are reversed, unbeknownst to, and I use this term loosely, the gentleman. By: Bryan Renius The Cart Girl Boogie She laughs and employs the skillful tongue of a politician during a presidential debate. Ohio Golf Journal
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