Miniature Golf

This weekend my boyfriend and I decided to go miniature golfing, or should I say he decided that we go miniature golfing. I tried to warn him that I don't have the best temperament or patience when it comes to golfing, but he didn't listen. When I was around 8 years old, my Dad entered the 2 of us into a Father & Daughter Junior Golf Tournament, and the outcome was disastrous. Halfway into the tournament, I lost my temper and ended up throwing a golf club, therefor disqualifying us from the tournament. My Dad's friends still give him shit to this day about the fact that we didn't even finish the course. Anyway, back to this weekend. To make a long story short, my boyfriend basically experienced the same thing that my Dad did with me when I was 8 years old. Half way through the miniature golf course I became frustrated with the fact that I was losing, and I declared that I quit. So my boyfriend, being the good sport that he is, (no pun intended) agreed that we could call it a night and turn in our clubs. But then he discovered something, apparently there was one extra hole where if you hit the ball into the designated area, you win a prize. So of course he gave it a shot, but unfortunately failed, so he asked me for my golf ball so he could try it again. In a moment of utter annoyance and compliance, I threw the ball at him, unfortunately it hit an innocent bystander in the head. In the temple, to be specific. I was instantly transported back to that day when I was 8 years old, I knew that I had just made a terrible mistake and I was terrified of the consequence. Luckily the man that I hit with the golf ball with was extremely understanding, despite being humiliated by the experience. The moral of this story is that I have no business on a golf course, and if you ever see me on one, run for your life!