Standing on the roof of the school (gently sloped) and trying to hit a golf ball onto the roof of the church across the street (steeply sloped). It deflects off a lamppost and back toward me on a downward trajectory, finally coming to rest in the schoolyard. A mob of eight-year-olds begin chanting "skill issue" at me. I ask for my ball back. They cannot hear me over the chant.
soft-spoken announcer voice "and Antoine St. Hexubeary has chipped right into the child mob trap. A very unfortunate turn of events for an otherwise enthralling round."
You could still golf the course if you didn't suck at golf!
Standing on the roof of the school (gently sloped) and trying to hit a golf ball onto the roof of the church across the street (steeply sloped). It deflects off a lamppost and back toward me on a downward trajectory, finally coming to rest in the schoolyard. A mob of eight-year-olds begin chanting "skill issue" at me. I ask for my ball back. They cannot hear me over the chant.
soft-spoken announcer voice "and Antoine St. Hexubeary has chipped right into the child mob trap. A very unfortunate turn of events for an otherwise enthralling round."
claps politely