It's the long-winded speeches by all these gasbags who don't understand that you get 15 minutes of fame, not 30 or 45 minutes. Then they go off on some tangent, perhaps about some piddling thing that happened to them the other day, like we don't have our own problems. So anyway, this week, Karril, Elizabeth, Michael and I were in Florida. Karril was getting a pedicure, and Elizabeth wanted someone to take her to Target to shop for CDs, I think. And Michael and I were playing golf.
Golf is a bargain during the summer in Florida.
For example, at 2 p.m., the rate is half what it is at 10 a.m. And at 4 p.m., it's half of what it was at 2. And this is because every afternoon, starting around 3 p.m., thunder and lightning blow in, and the sky gets the color of gunmetal, and it rains so hard that you can scuba dive in the fairways. The good news is 18 holes of golf are very affordable in Florida now. The bad news is you'll only play four holes, and then you'll have to row in.