Kyle,
Okay, you got me, but as long as we've gone completely off the rails and over the River Kwai Bridge . . . . .
Yes, Mr. Creosote came to your mythical restaurant appropriately dressed - which is why the waiter not only seated him, but brought a bucket.
If you're unfamiliar with either reference - having flunked the cultural literacy test - allow me to help educate you:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxRnenQYG7I . . . . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PskoqCtRFD4Now, if I bring somebody to Olympic who refuses to rake the bunkers or fix their ball marks, they never get invited back. Then again, I was raised by very traditional Armenian parents, who taught me to respect other people's homes and clubs.
But all things being equal, I am admittedly at the bottom of the "Best Dressed" members list, with tattered golf shirts, bleach stained shorts and black socks to match my undies.
Nobody notices because I've been out there 47 years and considered hopelessly irredeemable - but at least the frayed shirt pocket usually has a Fishers Island logo, or something equally esoteric.But then again, I seem to be the only person at Olympic who did not matriculate to a series of Jesuit parochial schools.
Of course, Joel Stewart never fails to make a snide comment, usually something along the lines of wondering if I am color blind; the truth is, I don't give a shit and only wear long pants for court appearances, funerals and weddings. So there are limits to my non-conformist hypocrisy.
Which is also why, like Dennis Hopper, I never order Heineken at the downstairs bar . . . . . if you need help with that one, well, I must disqualify you as a playing companion.One of Dave Schmidt's most endearing qualities (and there are many) is his insistence Exmoor Country Club carry Schlitz and Old Style beer, which explains much of the reason for our close friendship.
hhtPutting all the twaddle above to the side for a moment, in the name of egalitarian fairness, I hold my guests to the same stringent standards of de minimus dress and comportment - but believe you me, we fix our ball marks (+1 or 2), replace our divots and are putridly nice to Patricia, the smokin' hot older broad who cooks our O-Club burgers. Tipping is not optional . . . . .
Now, when I go to play Cal Club with USMC Al Jamieson, I wear long pants as required. Luckily, Cal Club gets exactly 3 warm days a year, so non-breathable rain pants didn't get too uncomfortable - but I only had to make that mistake once.
The rest of your "questions" (read: argumentative, out-of-fucking-context dogshit) clearly demonstrate you are too much of a whiny, cancel-culture jackwagon to play anywhere beyond your local muni. 😜