Over the past three months, I have been a beverage cart girl at a local golf course near my hometown. I know what you’re thinking, “you must make hella tips” or “you must get hit on a lot.” My answer to both questions is yes, but that doesn’t undermine the fact that I work my butt off. If you ever wonder what is running through your favorite golf course companions head, here are 30 things that have ran through my mind as a beverage cart girl this summer.
- Technically, it’s a “beverage cart,” but it’s really a beer cart.
- The treatment you receive for the rest of your day is based on your first tip.
- Really, you only have a one hundred dollar bill?
- I could be your daughter, but I will hit on you for a bigger tip.
- I do not have food. I'm a beer cart, not Chili’s curbside to go.
- Yes, I come here often, it's my job and you're not funny.
- Yes, I take card, but if you're going to make me write all this down, I expect a bigger tip.
- No, I do not want to take a shot with you.
- Thank you for your kind donation to my apartment, college, and booze fund.
- Stop throwing your club because of a bad stroke, this is not the PGA tour.
- If this is the PGA tour, you should really pursue something else.
- If I had an extra score card, I would be working at bag drop.
- Just because you're with your wife doesn't mean you should tip me less. She's not that insecure and if she is, she married you for your money or needs to realize that I’m just doing my job.
- I serve 27 holes, if I run out of your favorite kind of beer, stop throwing a fit and drink something else.
- How many bloody mary’s do you need, my lord.
- If you're on the green and don't want anything, tell me so I'm not waiting 20 minutes for your foursome to finish putting.
- I don't set the prices.
- Bachelor party? Hell yes, they’re about to get lit.
- Ticket outings are the worst things on the planet.
- Yes, I'm constantly hiding in the trees because I don't feel like serving you.
- Don't tell me to stop texting and driving on the course, yet, do the same exact thing and almost hit me.
- If your peeing in the trees, I don't care. I have already judged you five holes ago based off your tipping abilities.
- No, I don't have anymore Snickers, sorry not sorry.
- I don't have a lighter because maybe, just maybe, I don't want lung cancer.
- I have been here since 8 a.m., heaven forbid if I missed your 6 a.m. tee time. You can survive without the beer.
- If I had a dollar for every time I have fake laughed at your jokes, I wouldn't even have to work here.
- I am the nicest cart girl you have ever met, well maybe not after reading this article.
- I am not single and you cannot have my number.
- I will go get you something from the turn, but you better tip me.
- My social life is dying because of this job.
I know what you’re thinking –– “wow, she’s an ungrateful brat” or “she should be happy she even has a job.” While I have thought all of these things, I have also thought about how grateful I am to leave work with money in my pocket each night and that I have some of the best regulars I could ask for. Most of my customers are some of the nicest people I have ever met, and I appreciate them so much for making my work day that much brighter. Even with the few rough days here and there, I can honestly say this is the most interesting job I have ever experienced. No single day or customer is alike, always making my job that much more entertaining. I will leave you with this, “Tips are never expected but always appreciated, but if you don’t tip me, I will probably ignore you for the rest of the day.” Happy golfing.