Because humor is funnier when you know it's true.
Priorities
Every year, my Ohio coworker Bill organized a golfing trip to Myrtle Beach, SC for his buddies. It was more like a week-long, thinly disguised, binge-drinking holiday…. with some golf. To borrow a line from a local sport group, they were a drinking group with a golfing problem.
To prepare for their annual trip, they made reservations at a resort with tee times scheduled at various golf courses in the area. But equally (if not more) important was their liquor procurement. Ohio prices were not quite as good as in our neighboring state, Indiana, and so an annual trek was made to the Hoosier State to load up their van with mass quantities of alcohol, enough to last these golfing alcoholics for an entire week, and beyond.
The caravan to South Carolina always left immediately after work on a Friday night, with a midway stop at a motel. One year, the group arrived at their motel and as usual, unloaded the luggage and liquor, designating one lucky person’s room to be the bar room for the night.
After a night of over consumption, they got up in the morning to reload their suitcases and booze into the van. When what to their wondering eyes should appear – nothing, as in no golf clubs! Apparently, some enterprising thief or thieves had commandeered their equipment while they partied then slept through the night.
When Bill told me this story, I couldn’t believe what a crushing disappointment this must have been for those golf aficionados. The loss of hundreds, probably thousands, of dollars of equipment before their outing would have been personally devastating to me. But Bill, a Viet Nam vet who had dealt with worse issues in his life, took this one completely in stride. He said, “We just rented clubs for the week, as we knew our insurance would take care of our losses.” Then he said, “It was much more important that we didn’t lose that liquor!” And there you have a man who knows his priorities.
-Rick M.