Don’t believe your eyes: a short golfing story

When Conrad found the golf cart sitting by the edge of the hill, he was glad that he need not walk back to the clubhouse. He didn’t ask himself why it was there and who may be using it. It was hot and the tropical humidity was making him more tired than he had anticipated. He was also getting dehydrated.

He sat in the cart and pressed the accelerator. Why there was no beep to indicate it was in reverse may remain a mystery, as the cart flew backward over the hill.

The boys taking a short cut across the course, who found the man’s body, days after, looked at his score card and thought: ‘This golf is a cruel game.’ Conrad had just scored 10 on a par 3. That seemed justification enough to take his own life, they thought. 🙂

Author: Dennis G Jones (aka 'The Grasshopper')

Retired International Monetary Fund economist. My blog is for organizing my ideas and thoughts about a range of topics. I was born in Jamaica, but spent 30 years being educated, living, and working in the UK. I lived in the USA for two decades, and worked and travelled abroad, extensively, throughout my careers and for pleasure. My views have a wide international perspective. Father of 3 girls. Also, married to an economist. :)