Just a city boy...

So after dinner today, I looked up the only driving range in town and went for a drive. Somehow I got lost in the town, but I digress. Anyways, pull up to the driving range where there is no one there except for two people working on the property. Here's how the general conversation went:

me: So...you guys look closed
owner: ya, we closed for the season yesterday!
me: ah...ok well that's too bad
owner: ya after Labor Day, people put their clubs away in this town...so where you from?
me: Just a city boy...born and raised in California. I took the midnight train to MiddleOfNowhere to work a few weeks at the hospital
owner: oh ok. Well, we live just up the street so if you don't mind, take me to my house so I can get the keys to the golf shed

That was my first moment of "wow this is a small town..."

So after she gives me a bucket of balls, she says "well if we're done with the yard work before you're done hitting around, will you close the gate up for us?"

That was my second moment of "wow this is a small town..."

After I hit around like a champ, I go to find the owners to give my thanks for letting me hit around after they were closed. They go on to say "well if you ever wanna do this again, our number is on the sign. We'll come down to get you a bucket of balls".

And that was my third moment of "wow this is a small town..." Pretty cool experience!

I'm the only one on the driving range:


A petting zoo on the property: