“Oh my god, you suck so bad at this!”

Jackie called from across the course, leaning her weight to the right against a wooden pole, while her baby pink golf club was clutched in her left hand. “Cmon, we dont have all day! The sun is frying my shiny hair.” She called again, irritated, as you constantly hit the golf ball past the hole, at least 7 times now. Jackie flicked her sunglasses over her eyes with her finger as she watched you finally get the ball in, scribbling the score on paper.