This afternoon we went out with some of Chris' coworkers to go mini-golfing. We got there at the perfect time---no one ahead of us and no one behind. About 15 minutes later, things started picking up.
Judging from the constant rolling of their heavily mascara-ed eyes and the frequent fast-fingered texts on their cell phones, the little teen posse behind us didn't fully appreciate the time consuming analysis the guys made of each putt (remember, these guys were hired for their love of all things data-related). But it paid off...Chris got a hole in one, and I didn't do so bad myself.
The next time those girls think about mini-golfing, they'll probably change their minds and end up going to the mall. I could tell that they didn't want to risk running into a group of nerdy twenty-somethings on the green again.
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