Legend of the Corsair

And today I had a lot of "I hate people, they make my ass twitch" moments. The worst times were while at a very popular mini-golf establishment. People... read the rules. Maximum party of five, preferred is foursomes. This should be especially enforced when you are herding groups of children. Whilst herding your brood, please pay attention to them and ensure that they don't violate the personal space of the people in the group in front of you. I don't like having your 3/5/7/whatever year-old standing right behind me while I tee off or within six inches of me when I am patiently waiting for the large group in front of me to finish their round. If at any time during the course you have to leave for a "bathroom break" have the rest of your party continue on and catch up - DO NOT expect me to have the patience for you to CUT IN FRONT OF ME just because I happen to be the one coming up to the hole you left off at before you left. the POLITE thing to do is to request to resume your game from the people who are there and not assume you can just cut in between groups that are in play. I was having a very nice conversation with the retired gentleman (named Elmo) in the party that was playing in front of us for half the course. If one of your kids has a temper tantrum, let the next group play through, don't make us ALL wait for your kid to calm down enough to resume playing. If your child/brood cannot even hold a club, this difficult sixteen hole course is NOT the place to teach them how.

It is amazing how long something like that sticks with you. The aggravation. If I'd had the opportunity to kick back and mellow down from that I think the rest of the day wouldn't have felt like I was still coated in the aggravation from those short hours of mini-golf. It spilled over into the family dinner I had at a nearby restaurant, and was still stuck on in a couple of places when I finally parked the car just before starting this post. And the DH had to deal with me stressing out and ended up getting a headache from my troubles.

The silence of the room that I am currently sitting in is a balm on my skin. After this, I'm going to sit out on the deck and listen to the wind blow in the greenery and smell the clean, pleasantly scented air. I'll drink my Aranciata Rossa Sanpellegrino and continue reading from where I left off of Starswarm by Jerry Pournelle. The desire to become a hermit far away in a shack by the sea will slowly fade and I will be ready to face another day (just as long as it isn't the SAME day).