Golf Carts For Sale

I knew I was in for trouble when the car slowed as we drove past the big GOLF CARTS FOR SALE sign. My husband’s neck was craning around so hard he looked like he was auditioning for a part in The Exorcist.

Let me begin by saying, I don’t play golf.

It’s not that I haven’t tried. My father was an excellent golfer. In fact, he spent his last day on this earth on the greens. As an attempt at father/daughter bonding, I asked him to teach me how to play golf. I figured if so many people love the game so much, I would too. I just needed some expert instruction.

My father was a patient man. He carefully explained how to hold a club, how to stand, how to swing and he calmly waited as I zigzagged around the course, losing balls and chucking divots the size of the Grand Canyon in a once perfectly manicured lawn.

OK, so I wasn’t actually a natural at the sport, but I assumed with enough practice I would be able to enjoy a Saturday out with the boys.

I did not improve. In fact, I remember one particular 18th hole that took me 27 putts to conquer. My father eventually shook his head and said that he thought I should go back to riding horses and we could spend special time together playing gin rummy.

That was OK by me.

Little did I know that 14 some years later I would marry a golf junkie and be forced to repeat the same painful process.

My husband has resigned himself to the fact that we will never be one of those couples who go through life together flying from one exotic destination to another with golf clubs in hand. And I have resigned myself to entertaining myself and our brood three days a week while my husband pursues his hobby.

It works.

Where we differ is the equipment. To my husband a GOLF CARTS FOR SALE sign in a window is akin to the candy section at the grocery checkout aisle to my 3 year old. And as the neck swiveled and the car slowed, I knew what would happen next.

My wonderful 42 year old husband turned his big baby blue eyes my way and transformed faster than you can say exasperation into my third child . .

I just need some tees.

You have tees.

Some new power elite golf balls?

I just bought you some.

Oh, c’mon, I just want to look at the new carts.

You have a perfectly good golf cart.

It needs a new whatsit…

A What?

Need. Need. Need. . . . .his voice trailed off.

My husbands baby blues were already glazed over as we pulled into the parking lot.

I knew I was lost. We returned home that day with a super duper bright red, shiny Bag Boy Navigator golfing cart.

Just like the one in the advertisement he had posted on the refrigerator with lines and arrows drawn all over it. (See Below)

The moral of this story is:

If you want to have a happy husband, but don’t want to spend hours negotiating with the sweaty overweight salesman behind the “GOLF CARTS FOR SALE” sign, I have put together a list of very nice golf carts for sale online.

The Golf Carts For Sale List

Your husband can drool over the photos and you can buy him a new cart for his birthday, or Christmas, or anniversary. No – erase that! A new golf cart is definitely NOT an anniversary gift, but any other occasion would do.

If you do this, he will be dazed and amazed by your thoughtfulness and treat you like a queen for the fifteen minutes it takes to put the thing together and head for the golf course to try it out.

You will not have had to drive an hour and a half to a golf cart sale, listen to boring sales pitches and demonstrations, or put up with husband whining. You can put on some soothing music, break out a Giribaldi’s chocolate bar, kick back and play a game of gin rummy - with the wife of your husband’s golfing buddy.

Happy Shopping.

The Refrigerator Door Ad . . . The Bag Boy Navigator Golf Cart (with remote control)

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