One Last Game...

The golfing twist on the "dinner party question"

It was towards the end of another glorious afternoon at the golf club, the car park thinning out as the Members drift home, smiling after another few hours spent enchanted by the golf course, and by the view from the Pavilion where they had nursed a well-earned refreshment and licked their wounds.

I wander into the Professional’s Shop, and interrupt a Me…