The Sexist General

"Start cooking lunch,"  said the retired general  and then"Get ready!"   He plays golf from the womens's tees.  He almost won the club championship(24 handicap) versus a pair of scratch golfers.  The General made a command decision to move his ball a golf club length away from a tree root that his aging 24 handicap partner had hit into off the tee.  It cost a stroke and lost them the play off after 5 extra holes for the club Member/member championship.  He and his aging cigar smoking Bourbon drinking partner won a few years ago.  All bets were on them.

The night before the General described his severe constant back pain after an operation last year.  He commented on my bleached blonde hair while his blonde wife was in the ladies room.  He talked about stiffies when she came out.  He was pretty drunk or oxycodeineized.  His gentile Southern belle younger wife said. "Oh Tom," just like Ashley's wife in Gone With The Wind would say.    The General gave us a big hug (or copping a feel) and went home from the Country Club.  I laughed.

The General was in charge of missile defense and launches at the Air Force Base.  He made command decisions there too.  He struck me as Chill Wills personified riding the bomb with his cowboy hat on.  His command decision outside my condo on the 6th hole was to keep the pin in.  His putt hit it.  I  told my husband that he should have taken out the pin-a command decision.  Hubby said,"The General wanted the pin to stop the downhill putt."   My critique of this defense tactic was not appreciated by the General so I was relegated to the kitchen.

So who knows if it's the General talking,the oxycodeine or the bourbon.  He has gigantic feet.  So maybe it's something else talking.