Monday, March 2, 2009

"Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know."

the subculture that I belong to is caddying. As lame as that sounds it really isn't. Caddying is a great job. It's fun, and it's a great way to network. Caddying is my summer job and most of my friends don't understand why I actually enjoy going to work. Well if you've ever seen the movie caddyshack, then you'll understand why it's so great. Everything about that movie is pretty accurate when it comes to caddying at a country club. Drinking with caddies, illegal gambling, smoking pot at the forecaddie spots, and lots of creepy old men. We have plenty of stories that get passed down from caddy generation to caddy generation. For example we have this douchebag member at our club who did a number 2 on the 12th hole and took his caddies towel to wipe himself. There's another guy (we are all convinced he's always on coke) and for every major event we have, he sings a terrible rendition of the star spangled banner. The last guy I'll mention is a pretty great guy. He's the nicest most funniest man you'll ever meet in your life. I caddied for him last summer, and I remember being on the 18th's green, and thinking "I should be getting a nice tip".  I did, but the thing that made me day, was when I took his clubs and put them in the back of his trunk, and I saw a GIANT freezer bag of pot. I'll never forget that sight!

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