Anthony,
If that was me, the cart would be burning with the 7th Cavalry charging behind trying to stop the 'Warrior with Skirt' and his little dirk tucked into his socks (you call yours what you like, mines called dirk).
On those long, extra long courses, I have had to spend a few nights campeing out on the course waiting to be asked to play through by a group of North Americans hell bent on getting their carts to the Greens. To pass a way the time I have spent many a happy hour playing with my wee dirk, much to the annoyance of my wife. But a Man has got to do what a Man has got to do Right?
No, it was not me this time. God, close though, thought I was about to get caught that time.
Melvyn
PS A good dirk can whittle a wooden Tee in no time at all.