A guy had such a bad day on the golf course that after making his final putt on the 18th green, he calmly put his putter back into the golf bag, picked up the bag, raised it over his head and hurled it into the deep pond beside the green. As he strode off the green he announced he would never play the game again. Everyone knew he didn’t mean it and would soon regret what he’d done.
A couple of hours and many drinks later, a group of the players were sat at a table overlooking the 18th. As the sun was beginning to set, a shadowy figure was seen wading fully clothed into the pond. There was much laughter and snickering as everyone prepared to take the piss out of him once the clubs had been retrieved and the player had slunk red-faced back to the clubhouse. They all watched as he fumbled about waist deep in the gloom, feeling with his feet until he finally found the clubs. He reached down, pulled up the clubs, opened one of the zipped pockets and removed his cars keys, put the keys into his trouser pocket, picked up the golf bag and threw it even deeper into the pond, then calmly walked off the green, got into his car, and drove off.