The Airhorn Incident
Where WAS that horn hidden?
Samantha had been looking forward to a quiet Saturday. The weather was perfect, the skies were clear, and the course was unusually empty. She had even packed her favorite clubs, now meticulously cleaned, the ones Daphne had "accidentally" knocked over into the sand during their last round, and was ready for a peaceful, distraction-free game. Of course, that illusion was shattered the moment Daphne hopped into the passenge...