A Giggidy Deposit

With the onset of Golf season, I was reminded of a little story from last fall. I went to the bank one day to cash a check. There were three twenty something blond tellers working that afternoon. The one helping me was cute, a pinch of trashy and had a tongue ring. Helll-ooo. She asks me what I'm up to today while processing my check. I told her I had the day off and was going golfing in a few minutes when my roommate got home. Being friendly she started chit chatting "I suck at golf. I go to the driving range some times. I can't hit it at all. I can sometimes with the smaller ones, but I can't get the big ones in the air. Are the big ones hard to use?"

Zach Morris time out here. So do you go for it?? The other tellers were listening to her talk to me and realized the tee ball question she gave me. I had to, I rarely do this stuff . With a wry smile, I went for it and replied, "The big ones..They're actually pretty fun to use. You just have to get used to them. " They girls giggled. "Golf clubs..I'm talking about." My teller turned a little red once she realized how she totally set it up, but loved it, and started fiddling with her tongue ring. She started to talk about how she was from WI and was sh*tfaced and tipped a cart a couple years ago. I asked if that was a common story in Wisconsin. She offered me a tootsie pop. No numbers, but maybe I'll invite her to the driving range for a lesson on the big ones this summer.