That golf "fitting" ended up being quite the goat fugk.
I show up at my time and there are two Boomers hitting. Cobra had two bays reserved and they were both occupied. The manager of the driving range (ass hole to the extreme) is part of the sales pitch and offering free buckets of balls with each purchase.
There's a significant "we all know each other vibe" in the air and one of the two Boomer's must have a sore dick because holy cow is the Cobra rep sucking it for everything it's worth.
Poor bastard #1 slowly walks away and they ask my name. I affirm I have the 4:30 slot and the Cobra rep starts asking questions.
"What are you looking for today"
"I'd like to get fitted for irons."
"How long have you been golfing."
"Since July or August."
"AUGUST???"
"Yeah."
"Are these your clubs."
"Yeah."
"These are really good clubs."
"I think so."
(pulls six iron from bag)
"Did you have these re-gripped?"
"I re-gripped them but yes."
"I thought you were new to golf."
"I watched a YouTube video."
"OK, well hit 10 straight with your six iron and we'll take it from there. Not your Nine or Wedge, because everybody can hit those straight."
"Got it."
(10 hits straight as a fugking arrow down the imaginary fairway) I'm feeling exceptionally arrogant and as I turn around the guy tells me that anybody that can hit irons that straight doesn't need new irons.
He quickly diverts to a Driver sales pitch.
It went south from there.
