5slamma
Par Member
The story begins we're playing dubs in Rock Hill, SC. It's been raining for 3 days so the ground is soaked. It's still raining on and off. One of our cardmates has medical issues with his bunghole which requires adult diapers, wipes at the ready. He shares this information with us and he offers to share his wipes if nature calls. He's not too weird about it - just being honest about the situation.
We're having a fun time, as good as can be with the weather. Come hole 13 - 888 - I'm on the fairway after our 2nd toss when cardmate #2 comes by to give me a low five and ends up low-fiving me in the face as I'm leaned over to grab my marker. I lose my balance, manage to get back up, he apologizes, it was an accident. I'm not hurt so we shake it off. I reach up to touch my face where he low-fived me...and I smell poop.
I'm about to speak up about the smell when cardmate #1 (diaper guy) screams "There is sh*t on me!"....next is a frenzy of wipes being distributed and we proceed to wipe ourselves down vigorously not really understanding where the poop is located or how it came to reside on two of us. We play through the next few holes in horrified silence. Everything smells like pampers wet wipes.
Eventually there is a consensus that this was goose poop, not people poop. We had sat down our umbrellas and golf bags down in fresh goose poop at 13's tee area. It got spread all over my umbrella when I wrapped it up, it got on diaper guy's bag straps. In our state of DG enjoyment we didn't realize it until literally being slapped in the face.
We're having a fun time, as good as can be with the weather. Come hole 13 - 888 - I'm on the fairway after our 2nd toss when cardmate #2 comes by to give me a low five and ends up low-fiving me in the face as I'm leaned over to grab my marker. I lose my balance, manage to get back up, he apologizes, it was an accident. I'm not hurt so we shake it off. I reach up to touch my face where he low-fived me...and I smell poop.
I'm about to speak up about the smell when cardmate #1 (diaper guy) screams "There is sh*t on me!"....next is a frenzy of wipes being distributed and we proceed to wipe ourselves down vigorously not really understanding where the poop is located or how it came to reside on two of us. We play through the next few holes in horrified silence. Everything smells like pampers wet wipes.
Eventually there is a consensus that this was goose poop, not people poop. We had sat down our umbrellas and golf bags down in fresh goose poop at 13's tee area. It got spread all over my umbrella when I wrapped it up, it got on diaper guy's bag straps. In our state of DG enjoyment we didn't realize it until literally being slapped in the face.
