Give ‘Em What “Fore”

Now that the deal has been sealed, it turns out a set of golf clubs was left behind at our new place by the previous owners.

This isn’t a problem, but it is a bit perplexing to me, not being a golfer.  I’m not sure what I’m going to do with them, but I’m sure I’ll come up with something as soon as I fully recover from yesterday’s signing of a pile of paperwork only slightly smaller than the heights of Olympus Mons.  Now I’m not a big fan of paperwork in general, but I weathered the storm fairly easily . . . except for one thing:

The agent kept asking me how “excited” I was about buying a house.

“Excited” is not the word I would use to describe my mood at any point during the ups and downs of trying to complete this house hunt (the politest word I can think of is closer to “annoyed”), but this question wouldn’t have bothered me if it hadn’t been around the twenty-forth time I ‘d been asked that question since my house hunting began, sometimes by the same people even after I had asked them to stop it.

The agent didn’t know that, of course, which is why I let the questions slide.  I have more important matters to deal with anyway, like what to do with those golf clubs and checking my messages . . .

. . .

I see that one of those messages is from somebody who should really know better by now, guessing that everyone is “excited” over the house.

I’m starting to get an idea of what I’m going to do with those golf clubs.

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