A buddy here in my office (California) flew to GA to meet up with his brother (also from California) just to hang out at this Masters for the weekend :stunned:
He said everyone/thing was collected, reserved, polite, genteel as one might expect at a very high end golf event.
Except...... when going to the men's room.
Long lines prevailed wrapping around buildings and while all was calm outside in line, once he got into the room itself there were 'barkers' announcing loudly and with vigor such things as "Two open on the front 9", 1 open on the back 9", You got 30 seconds, 15 to find it, 15 to empty it". Much to his dismay when he pulled into position all the wine he had been consuming didn't immediately present itself. Unfortunately one of these barkers was right behind him offering plenty of negative reinforcement - "We got a slow leaker here!"
He couldn't take the. um. pressure. and walked out with a full tank.
