12. Annoyingly Happy
By the tenth hole, Mikey was up three strokes and two beers on his friend Jerome. Derrick had matched Mikey beer for beer, but was five strokes back. He cursed his putting and the slow moving foursome ahead of them.
Corey had downed a drink in the clubhouse, but none on the course. He was ten strokes behind. When they had to wait to tee off, Corey pulled out a telescoping fishing rod and cast a lure into a pond.
“Are you gonna fish or golf?” Derrick demanded, sitting on the cart, glaring at his shoes, beer in hand. “No damn wonder you suck at this.”
Corey smiled. He loved golf and fishing, even though he wasn’t particularly good at either. Annoying Derrick was just the icing on the cake.
Today I’ll annoy someone with my happiness.
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.