Mini Golf

You know what's great about being sixteen? You can drive. Anywhere. Alone. Or with others. We took this advantage that my friend Steph had and Steph, Elijah, and I (Jeff) went mini golfing. I don't know if you've ever been mini golfing (If you haven't, you have failed the game of life. Play mini golf.), but mini golfing can either be fun or annoying. Well, on this bright, hot day in September on a Saturday afternoon, it was both. First, it started out great! I was completely owning with my mini golf skills, knocking the ball in the hole with two swift shots. Well, suddenly, either my patience dropped, or my skill just dissipated, because suddenly I was sucking. Bad! Well, not terrible, I guess. Instead of two shots, it would take me four! Four?! Unacceptable! But I still had a lot of fun, but near the end of the holes, we all started getting annoyed a little (or bored), and if we missed the hole, we'd just stop the ball and knock it in. Which may have caused the scores to be a little skewed, but not like it really matters (since I won). Anyway, we didn't get annoyed until these little kids (who were not accompanied by an adult. Shame, shame shame...) starting putting at our hole when we weren't even done yet! It started getting a little frustrating. Oh well, we only had two holes left anyhow. But then we reached the final hole where if you make it in, you get a prize! I just had to win that prize! We let all the little kids go ahead of us. While they were trying to get the ball in, I was calculating the correct position I had to be in, how much power I must input, and what direction the ball had to go. Of course, there were several factors I had to include such as wind velocity and the slope of the hill. Well, I made all of the necessary calculations and Elijah and Steph had already failed. This was my chance! I put the ball in it's place, positioned myself correctly, made sure the wind was still steady, and got ready for my putt. I concentrated so hard, there was no way I could miss! I slowly put my putter back, started to swing, and... and... AND... HONK! WHAT?! NO! It was the dang Royal Caribbean cruise ship horn! NO! And that's the story of why I hate Royal Caribbean cruises.