Have you yourself ever driven a golf cart, and specifically, have you ever gotten to yell “Evasive maneuvers!” while you were doing it?
I’m sorry to say I have never driven a golf cart, so I haven’t gotten to yell or even try to accomplish “Evasive maneuvers!” in one.
The fact is, I’ve only been on a golf course once. My family was on vacation, and my parents and my older brother wanted to play a round of golf. My parents had nowhere to stash my younger sister and me, so we were dragged along on the golf outing. As it turned out, I was coming down with a bad case of swimmer’s ear at the time, and I was grumpy, to put it mildly. At one point I remember lying down on a putting green. This is frowned upon in golf, I learned. Putting greens aren’t as soft as they look, by the way. In case you were curious.
That was the first and last time I was invited onto a golf course. And now that I’ve made my desire to careen across one in an out-of-control golf cart public, I doubt very much another invitation is in my future.