Should Have Been a Stripper

The Characters

The Husband: While generally adoring, not remotely likable when playing games, especially if there is money involved. 

Scott: Engineer who only half jokingly says after calculus and trigonometry, took a class called ‘Introduction to God’.

Me: Affable and dynamic (my blog, my characters) not good at golf but damn lucky and recently awarded three red roses—count them THREE– for winning 3-days of competitive golf. 

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The Story

“What are you doing?” The husband asks me as I sulk in the corner of our couch. 

“Calling upon a higher power,”

We had just spent the better part of an hour arguing about a golf bet in which I said he owed me $5 and he claimed he owed me only $2.  We were playing a dollar per hole and I beat him by five holes.* I know. Should not require a referee but, there we were. 

My higher power was Scott (he had, after all, been introduced to God). When he came back with a disturbing conclusion

I remembered the birthday card Scott and his hateful wife gave me. He was never going to rule in my favor. 

In what world do you get a dollar for beating the pulse out of someone on the golf course?  I continued to argue—trying a Napoleonic war tactic of asking him if he had to do *summer school, but my higher power was unyielding

So the answer to my question…In what world… the answer was right there in front of me.

*Footnotes: There were other players and a combination of 9 sets of match play partners which The Husband and Scott seem to think bears meaning. 

Scott never answered the summer school question.