I could feel every eye on the course looking at me.
I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement,
"Would that Man on the Women's tee kindly back up to the Men's tee."
I simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled:
"Would The Man On The Women's Tee Back Up To The Men's Tee, Please!"
Finally, I stopped, turned and looked through the clubhouse window directly at the person with the microphone.
I cupped my hands and shouted back,
'Would the jerk in the clubhouse kindly shut up and let me play my second shot?'
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