My office windows provide me with a great view of nature, they overlook a large wooded area. As I looked out of my office window I could see that the snow was still covering the landscape. The wind was blowing and the snow was drifting, it was a beautiful sight indeed, but not if you are a golfer!
Spring was not that far away and I couldn't wait for the snow to melt, yep I had a full blown case of spring fever!
"Road trip!" I yelled.
My secretary just smiled as I walked by her desk on the way to the big road trip. This road trip wasn't to Myrtle Beach mind you but to Dicks sporting goods at lunch time to see all the new golf equipment.
I arrived at Dicks and I leisurely walked down the aisles looking at all of the new equipment, this was the true "eye candy." Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the salesman approaching very quickly. Let's be honest here, I wasn't here to buy anything. This was my weekly get away from the snow trip at lunchtime, my credit card was not to leave my wallet.
The salesman, or "golf associate" as I found out looked to be about 40 with dark black hair. He had the physique of a man who worked out every day and I was sure that you could bounce a quarter off of his abs.
As I prepared myself to answer whatever question he would ask me with the usual, "just looking", he approached.
"Hi Mike, I'm not sure that you will remember me," he said.
"Just looking," I started to say when I realized that he didn't ask if I needed help.
I looked at him a little more closely but didn't recognize him at all, I wish that I had!
"I golf with your buddy Rick and we all met at Clancy's bar one time after golf for a beer," he said. "Rick and I golf together every Wednesday afternoon and that's how I know who you are."
To say the least I was surprised by his comments and I wondered just how much Rick told him about me.
"My name is John Biqload, it's nice to see you again Mike," he said as he put his hand out for me to shake.
JOHN Biqload? Is he kidding me with that name?
"Did you say John Biqload," I asked with a smile?
He laughed and said that his name always makes people laugh, and that it is usually pronounced big load!
John was a solid six foot, 175, dark black hair, and a noticeable lump in his pants, I shook his hand. Suddenly my mind was gone from golf, my mind had turned to John and his comment about our buddy Rick.