“Is she stupid or what – passing me driver to hit on a
par-3? Bloody Nora!
“I suppose they have to start somewhere, these caddies,
but to saddle me with her first outing is typical of my luck lately. Sure,
the caddie-master asked me first, but what else was I to say?
“I wouldn’t have minded greatly but her attitude was bad,
right from the off. Told her as much, too. I mean it should be obvious, even
to a newbie, that I need to know certain distances. So, when on the first I
ask, ‘How far to bunker,’ and she replies with just a shake of the
shoulders, I let rip. ‘You should know. If you don’t, then bloody-well find
out,’ I tell her.
“It’s a bugger, all this rain. No carts on fairways
today, which presented another problem; she wouldn’t have a clue what clubs
to bring once she’d parked the cart. Like on the third; I reckon my ball’s
about 100 yards from the flag, and she brings sand-wedge. ‘Forty-five
degree,’ I told her, and she brings the sand-wedge – I ask you.
“On a tough par-4 she says ‘OB’. Just the words I so
wanted to hear. After playing a provisional we then wasted time searching
for the original, only to eventually find the bloody thing in the middle of
the fairway. C’mon.
“I can’t understand why caddie-masters don’t send new
caddies out with experienced ones. That’s when most effective learning takes
place, surely. Why should it be left to the likes of me, the paying
customer, to provide guidance? And I’m expected to give a tip at the end of
the round – bloody laugh that. Sure it’s only the price of a few beers back
home, but it’s the principle of the thing. Besides, I’ve got far more
important issues to worry about, like making a podium finish.
“The last straw came at the ninth – a par-3 – where she
handed me driver. That was the time to tell her she wasn’t wanted for the
back nine. Had the caddie-master organise a new one at the turn.
“I started scoring better, but by then it was too late.
The damage had been done. Bloody caddies, they wouldn’t have a clue.”
“Farang… why rude mak mak? My first day, me shy for sure.
I not like. Lose face. I not go back, not after caddie-boss say I no caddie
back nine. When I get home, I only have 100 baht to give mama to take care
baby. She say, ‘many hours you at golf course – neung-loy baht not enough.’
“Caddies who know English are lucky. When we meet, he
talk fast mak mak. I not understand. Have cart not good. Not close to other
caddies, so can’t ask what about? Him never smile. Maybe him angry already.
Before first tee him talk about clubs, which one him like, but I not
“When him hit golf ball, it not go far. Him like
mai-neung from tee, but it still not go far. His friends hit ball more.
“Him point to bunker and say something, but I not
understand. Caddie-boss say ‘if you not know answer to question, then say
nothing.’ But Farang not like. Him angry. Other caddies look me. Not good.
“I mark ball on green, him point to hole and look me. I
look at caddie friend and she say he ask about line to hole. I ask how hard
him hit ball? She say she not know. I tell him I not know. Him shake head,
“Carts must to stay on path. Golfer not know which club.
Why they not take club more, like lek-hock, lek-jet and lek-bad when walking
to ball? Once, I think I hear him say ‘something ha degee’. I turn to caddie
friend, ask ‘what club ha degee?’ She say ‘maybe ha-sip ha – sand’, so I
take. Him angry more.
“Once him hit mai-neung but I not see because I talk to
caddie about what I do wrong. He point to OB line and ask what about? I say
OB. We go jungle and look, but not find. Then him find on fairway. Why
friend him not see? Again he talk bad me. I not understand.
“On par-3 I give him mai-neung, because he hit about 190
yards, same same to flag. He not like. Friends him laugh. Him angry mak mak.
Other caddies look away. What I do wrong? Him then drive cart to caddie-boss
and yak yak me. Caddie-boss say I not work anymore.
“Mama, she ask why lose job? I say because Farang no
good. She say same same Thai – some good, some bad. Why today me have bad?”