Golfing With Jessica Alba
"So what do you guys do around here for fun?" I asked.
"We can hit the beach." Michael answered.
"Like I can't do that in Miami." I said. Michael was lying on one of the couch's, while I lay on the other.
"What do you wanna do?" Michael asked.
"I don't know. This is your city! You should be showing me around. If you came around to Miami, I'd show you around." I replied.
"We could go down to the basketball courts." Michael suggested.
"There's nothing wrong with basketball, other than we’re not really good at it.” I replied. We were more into ice hockey than basketball. "What about that golfing place I saw when I was coming up here." I suggested.
"I hate golf!" Michael said. “Golfing is for boring losers.“ He said taking a cheap pop at me, knowing that I liked golf. The phone rang and he answered. "What...? Can't Jenny do it...? Sure, I'll be there." He hanged up.
"Work?" I asked.
"Yeah. I wasn't suppose to be working today, but they're short staffed." He tried to explain.
"No worries." I said, reaching out for the TV remote. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”
"You know, I could drop you off at the golf course if you want." He suggested.
"Sure!" I said. "Why not?" We headed out to his car and caught up on some old times while Michael drove. He dropped me off and was on his way to work. I went in through the entrance of the place and to the reception desk.
"Hello sir! How may I help you?" A blonde guy asked with a big smile. Those typical type of people who love their jobs.
"I'm visiting a friend and he’s working now. So I'm hoping to get a few rounds of golf in and like I said, I'm from out of town. So I don't have my golf clubs." Which wasn't a lie. I have a couple of golf clubs back in Miami. "So can I rent golf clubs from here?