Gentlemen,
This is a bit long-winded but bear with me. The Australia National University soccer club would, at the end of each season, have a golf day. This day out was held at Yass Golf Club, a short, typically outback course in country New South Wales. The bar-man, who doubled as the starter, in typical Aussie fashion never let a Scotsman forget that the Scot had an accent, or speech impediment as he described it. A fair few played golf but very few knew the rules thank goodness. Anyway as I was an avid golfer there was unwarranted expectation amongst the soccer fraternity that I could hit a golf ball in the intended direction. On the first tee the club house, very old with a corrugated iron roof, was off to the right with a basic changing room and shower facility below. My tee shot was a shocker. It ballooned off to the right, struck the tin roof where it bounced around noisily attracting the attention of the barman/starter inside the club. From there it came to ground and ricocheted off a retaining wall into the changing room. Mirth was evident on the tee. I trudged across to retrieve my ball only to find it lying in the goddamned urinal!!!!! The barman/starter lived off this story for years but at least no-one tried to pin a 2-stroke penalty on me for hitting a ball in(to) motion!
Cheers Colin