Yet another minor drama in the life of this middle-aged white suburban man.
I play in a casual Wed p.m. golf league. My group has included Bill the past 3 years, and Ken the last 2. Our 4th is new this year. While I consider myself quite friendly with Bill and Kent, we do not socialize outside of this league.
Yesterday the forecast was iffy, but I had e-mailed Bill that I was going to be there. I was running a little later than usual, but I got to the first tee at least 5 mins before our scheduled tee time. I was not too pleased to learn that when our 4th had not shown, Bill and Ken had teed off as a 5-some with the 3 who had showed from the group ahead of us. (Like I said, it is a casual league.)
So i hustled down the fairway. Bill and Ken holed out with the other 3 - I had thought when they saw me they might have let the other guys go ahead, marked their balls, and putted out with me. When I got to the green they did not say a word. Didn’t say, “Sorry we teed off with those guys”, “We didn’t know if you were coming”, or even jokingly “About time you showed up.”
And that pissed me off. The only thing I said was when leaving the 1st green I asked Bill, “What is our tee time?” (The league is a 9-holes, and starts at 4:30. We are the 3d group, so should tee off at 4:46. But we can keep playing after 9, and at times they let us off a little early which lets us get more holes in. And I’m usually there before 4:30.) Bill replied “4:46.” And I said, “I was here before that.”
I didn’t say anything else, because I did not want to say something pissy. But I also didn’t want to just carry on as tho nothing had happened. Also for full disclosure, I’m currently in the final stages of a job interview process, which is more than a little stressful. I guess it pissed me off because these potential employers are consistently being inconsiderate to me (long story), and then on the golf course where I am usually very happy, and with guys I thought my friends, I get treated less courteously than I would treat a complete stranger.
Finally, on the 9th tee, Bill said, “I’m sorry we teed off without you.” And I replied, “Thank you.”
You what do you say? Am I just being a pissy little bitch? It is the kind of thing where I fear that if I say anything, the other guys might respond that I’m making a big thing out of nothing. Or if they didn’t say it, they might think it. And I also don’t want to open the floodgates and say something I would later regret.