I Had Not Heard That One Before           

I golf most often across the mighty Mississippi River at a golf club in Illinois that has two 18 holes courses.  It is cheaper than the courses close to the house here in Missouri, and generally easier to get a tee-time.  The owner, however, tends to manage the courses in a very redneck manner.

Just from the nature of the work, most of the employees working in the club houses and cart barns are part-time.  The employees tend to be in two camps. Some are retired men who will tell you that they are only working there for the free golf. Some of them have been there a while, and I am friendly with a few of them. They fit in nicely as many of the folks who golf there are retired.  A while back they tried to talk me into coming to work there as they were shorted handed. I passed as I don’t need the money, and certainly do not want the hassle of a job or dealing with the public. Plus the owner is …well, a jerk.

The other group is young people who are in college, old enough to serve liquor, and need a job that is only part-time. It goes back and forth as to whether the preponderance is female or male.  Right now they seem to be hiring females.  The younger group never seems to stay very long, for whatever reason.

A couple weeks ago a new young lady started who was more than a little pretty. However, like a lot of young women of today, she dresses in a manner that we Boomers, while enjoying, would find a little too revealing if she was our daughter or granddaughter. Time before last when I was there, she had on a top that revealed most of her ample cleavage. She also had on a pair of gym shorts that were very tight and very short. The kicker was that she was sitting on a high stool behind the cash register in a spread eagle pose. Emily Post would not have found it a very lady like position. Not wanting to be THAT guy, I looked out the window as she made change out of my $50.  For my money it was not a good look when dealing with a clientele that is mostly male… unless you are working at Hooters.

I don’t know if someone said something to her, whether a bell had gone off in her head about her attire, or perhaps because the weather was cooler, but last time I was there she was wearing a pair of long sweat pants and a long sleeved sweat shirt.  She was still very pretty.

Initially she was outside moving carts around and not behind the counter. One of the retired gentlemen, who I am friendly with, was.  I wise cracked that he was not near as good looking as the employee who took my money last time.  He offered to allow me to wait a minute as she would be back inside momentarily.  I declined.  We then proceeded to have one of those conversations that men sometime have about pretty women. We both decided that while young women were nice to look at, the attraction stopped there.  He then commented that it would like trying to put a marshmallow into a piggy bank.

I had not heard that one before.  I wonder if they make Viagra for marshmallows.

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