Well I thought I found an easy job working for one of
my best friend's dad making putters. Easy hours, free putters, long lunch breaks with my friend, and I
wasn't even close on one of those. Turns out my friend's dad runs a tight shift(notice I put
that politely in case by some chance he reads this), he's protective of his putters, and he
doesn't consider lunch to be one of the three meals in the day.