I work at a driving range. I decided to go for a ride so I grabbed a golf cart and headed out. On the way back, the guy that picks up all the ***** was right infront of me heading back to his shed. He gets into my lane and wants to play chicken. Kids pretty cool. we both stop short of each other and I start goin around him. but He blocks me. So I floor it and he slams into me and pushes me into one of those cables that hold the nets up. Nothing happened to the cable but the roof of the cart broke Cart still works fine and everything. Luckily nothing happened to either of us but still. Hopefully I still have a job tomorrow. I really don't feel like changing jobs.

 

A driving range in LI. I actually went to one out there a long time ago. Had two levels, effectively doubling the amount of people it could accomodate. My drives looked so much more impressive when done from the second story.

I hope things go smoothly for you.

 

I used to work at a golf course and did the same thing you did. I wrecked so many cart's and then got fired for not wearing khaki's. If it's not to late tell the super that one of the members did it.

 

I'm pretty sure that's the one I work at. We got an Upper and Lower Deck. Anyway, I told my manager that I crashed it and he said that he'll say he hit the wire when he went out to turn off the lights on the Golf course. He said that he'd get in a lot more trouble if the GM found out that He let me take the cart and I crashed it then if he found out that the Manager Crashed it into a black wire when its pitch black.

 

When I was in high school, we used to go out onto the field at a nearby driving range and collect any stray golf ***** that had not been picked up by the collector cart. The next evening, we would sneak out onto the very end of the range where there were some grassy dunes that provided us cover, and shoot the stray golf ***** out of a 3-man slingshot back toward the drivers. We never shot them hard enough to hit anyone, but the reaction was priceless when one of the ***** would go bounding across the ground back across the line. Whoever was nearest the ball would walk over, pick it up, stare at it for a while, and then stare out across the range, trying to figure out how the ball came back! Of course, we were pretty well out of sight on the other side of the dunes, laughing our @$$es off!

 

Hehe.^ We do that at my job (I didn't get fired btw). People are a-holes and shot towards the shed where the picker cart is and where u empty it out. we don't care if u go for the picker cart but getting hit by a golf ball straight on hurts a lot. This one picker we had played golf really well and always had some clubs down at the shed with him. well one night. Some ***** was shooting ***** right at him while he was out walking around the cart. Since he was the only one on the tee line, the picker whipped out his clubs and started hitting back at him lol.