Bolivian exotic dancers.
Clean room workers in Singapore.
Mormon hookers
Sudanese armpit sniffers.
Pro Tai Chi instructors!
Or pastel day ninjas.
Aaaaaand the winner is…ShibbOleth!!!
They are indeed golf caddies from Thailand. From about three years ago.
At this particular course they were a requirement, and I’d never had a caddy before, so already I felt strange that this happy little woman had to carry my bag. I went on to have perhaps the worst round of my life, not helped by the fact that these sunny ladies were so damn polite and smiley that I was forced to grin through clenched teeth and not hurl obscenities, or clubs, while they went running off to go spot my ball in the gorse.
Thanks for playing, everyone!
You know what helps my golf game? Booze. Lot’s of booze. Nothing like a 9:00am tee time at an empty course with a screwdriver in the cup holder of the cart. And everyone wonders how my friend and I managed to flip a cart at Key’s Gate Golf Course in south Florida. 
I want to thank my parents, Jesus Christ, Limp Bizkit, and my masseuse.
Okay, I should thank my wife, since she was the one who insisted on the condo with the view of the Golf Courses where I saw these women caddying everyday. Although, at least from a distance, ours were prettier.
Japanese YKK kilt zipper makers.
Oh, you’re one of those, are you?
Dang! Did not see this in time, but I knew it as soon as I saw the photo. Caddies are always female, and they do cover themselves up like this. Most Thais do, even working out in the firleds or on a construction site in the hot sun. They’re deathly afraid of their skin becoming even darker, as the darker your skin, the worst sort of person you were in your previous life. (The market for skin-whitening creams in Thailand is unbelievable.)
That’s my guess too, from The Philippines. The hair guards prevent flyaway hairs from transmitting the wrong kind of pollen to a plant. I’ll go so far as to guess they work with orchids – like those orchid sprigs displayed on so many Thai restaurant tables.
No, see post #66. Golf caddies in Thailand it is.
Oops! Well, I’m always late to the [Thai female golf-caddy] party…
These ladies are a little long in the tooth, but some of the caddies are quite attractive, and one sometimes hears stories of a little, um, mid-game relaxation amid the bushes for an extra tip. I don’t play golf myself but do not doubt it for a moment.
Hmm. These ladies weren’t my actual caddies - I thought they were going to be, but before I went out they gave me two that were young and pretty. Which I thought was strange. I also thought it was strange that they kept wanting me to follow them into the gorse for my ball rather than just retrieving it for me. (Way too thick to hit out of, and I was taking a drop anyway). Now I wonder…(insert your own “ball” “stroke” joke here)
Hehehe. No, I don’t wonder at all. 
Well when I finally get a tea plantation in Sri Lanka I’m gonna make the pickers wear exactly this.
If the Bond franchise ever re-works Dr. No, the SMERSH villain’s nuclear-facility henchwomen will wear exactly this.