The Compartments 2

I went to the pro shop to see about renting some clubs and getting a few holes in. The pro shop was open, but I couldn’t find anyone. Nobody seemed to be playing, either. I walked around back, there’s always an “around back” where they usually have a shed with all the lawn equipment. Sure enough, I saw some movement behind some equipment.

“Hey, buddy!” I called out. “Anyone running the pro shop today?”

A loud crashing noise was the only response for a few moments. Then a head popped out, a female head. A lovely female head. Followed by a female body encased in dirty coveralls.

“Well, sir. I ain’t your buddy, at least not yet. And we’re closed today. Pipes busted and half the course is flooded.”

We stood there looking at each other for a few moments. I understood the social conventions, and I knew it was my turn to speak. I also knew how to be witty and charming. But all those powers seemed to have escaped my brain. You see, she just stood there in dirty coveralls, her wild red hair re