Who would have thought it was possible? I thought Daryl threw away our rain check for 9 holes at Hedingham. Not only did he keep it but yesterday he wanted to use it. I agreed thinking it couldn’t be any worse than it was last time. Man was I wrong. The little guy at the counter was accomodating when we arrived, letting us go straight to the back 9. But the very next thing that happened was the start of the worse 9 holes of golf I’ve ever experienced.
There were two carts to choose from. One was swarming with flies, so our choice was obvious. The cart lasted about six holes. Daryl pushed it up any hills the last three. But before we even got started we had a portly guy with a crew cut, who looked to be in his 20’s, come along and ask to see our receipts to play. Hmmm. We just walked out of your club house with a cart key jackass… Anyway. This guy felt it necessary to assert his authority on a couple of guys in their mid to late 30’s who are obviously into stealing free golf games at the course with the worst conditions in the area. Never mind the little thugs all over the place.
So let’s talk about the little thugs on the bikes all over the neighborhood cart path. They were swarming and didn’t care if we were coming through in a golf cart on the cart path, oh no. We would go around the dumb little thugs and accomodate them for the money we paid. At least at Wil-Mar, or any other clubs we play we won’t find groups of kids gathering on the cart paths or near the greens to smoke behind their parents backs.
So we left the cart at the 18th green because it just wouldn’t make it up the last hill to the club house. We went inside to let them know. Guess who we got to talk to? Mr. Insecure, respect seeking, loser with an attitude. Yep the same asshole who demanded to see our receipts to play his cheap *!itty course. We expected an apology or something but no. All this aggrevated guy would say is “our phone number was on the scorecard”. That’s it. Nothing else. This displays the attention this “Golf Club” pays to protocol on a golf course. I don’t even take my cell phone and I don’t want to hear anyone elses ringing on the course.
Look guy, you made your life choices and now you’re a manager or assitant greenskeeper or something at the worst golf course near Raleigh I’ve ever played. Deal with it and get your attitude right. The only thing that could have made this course any worse is unhospitable staff. Now Hedingham has nothing going for it: a bad course in a low end track home neighborhood full of staff who seem to have a chip on their shoulder because they’re reduced to working there. It makes for a lot of mental challenge for your game that if overcome, just might make you a better golfer.