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Originally Posted by Cowperson
Funny story . . . . . I was in a very small golf tourney this summer and couldn't find the registration table, wandering around behind the little animals trying to track someone down that I might recognize, yet continually coming across this pretty little lady who seemed to be the centre of things and kept glancing at me warily as I kept passing by. Finally, I stopped and asked her if she was connected to the tourney. Nope. A few words were exchanged and I moved on. Could have sworn I'd seen her before somewhere though. Then she gets in a golf cart with Pelletier and, bingo, the bulb goes on. Jamie Sale. She probably thought I was a stalker/autograph hound and was warily waiting for the pounce . . . . which never came. I couldn't quite figure out if she was disappointed or relieved she wasn't recognized.
I gotta get better at stalking.
Cowperson
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You should have picked her up and started spinning her around the top of your head and then throw her into a triple toe loop.