Worst 2 hours of my life...

I'm a 36HC and was teeing off on my own this morning. First 3 holes I hit 3 double bogeys - a good start for my by all accounts.

On the 4th we started getting backed up so I was paired with 2 retired gentlemen - absolute fucking flag hunters.

By the time we hit the 5th they both started coaching me for nearly every shot. 2 men on me at every address. A real golf bukakke party.

Try as I might every shot was getting worse. I made my excuses and had to walk off after the 10th. I've never felt like less of a man. I think one of them was going to invoice me.

I don't have kids, but if I did I'm pretty sure I would have lost custody on my return home.

I know they were trying to help but surely one of them could see the life leaving my soulless body.

Sat in the parking lot now listening to Snow Patrol.