One of the more entertaining moments of my golf journey happened on the 14th tee. My playing partner and I, two women enjoying our round behind a slower fourball, were suddenly caught up by a man playing alone. We weren’t dawdling, just pacing ourselves, when he appeared out of nowhere on the 10th and had closed the gap by the 14th. We offered the courtesy: “You can play through, though there’s a group ahead so you won’t get far.” Without skipping a beat, he responded, “Yes, thanks, because you’re playing extraordinarily slow.”
