Don't bother to tell me my life is not exciting... Since moving back to RB, I have become a golf caddie/cart driver for a 90 year old guy.
One hasn't really lived til one is out on the fairways with a bunch of duffers. Wading thru the rattlesnake rough, the shark ponds, or being chased by the mean geese is all part of this caddie's day. Course, I guess if I were to wear the proper attire it might help or drive the cart with a little more decorum.. But hey, I'm not giving up my jeans, boots, gun, and wild rags, and the ability to popwheelie the cart without spilling my coffee-toddy, for a bunch of oldsters.
Actually they are a really nice group of guys, and it's kinda cute to see them trying so hard not to cuss in front of me.