I got a golf glove today
At my first golf class, I was made painfully aware that I would need a golf glove. Fortunately, my hand didn't quite blister, but it came close. So, today I decided to go to Academy to buy a glove. I looked up the nearest Academy online and found one a few miles north of here near a light rail station. So, deciding not to drive, even though driving would be faster, I took the light rail train to where I needed to go. I wasn't exactly sure where Academy was in relation to the train station, but I eventually found it and it was unfortunately farther than I expected. And, the surrounding neighborhood wasn't as nice as I expected. So, after a 5 to 10 minute walk past the sleeping homeless person, over the bridge crossing a trash-covered creek, and past the loudly-singing African, I got there. I found the golf gloves, of which there were many different kinds, so I tried a few on and eventually got a Nike glove for about $12. Then, on my way back, I missed one of the trains, so I sat on the platform comfortably reading a newspaper in the warm breeze until the next train came. Then, I got back to my room and tried the glove on again. For some reason, I'm excited about having this glove and I'm having difficulty resisting the urge to keep trying it on. I'm looking forward to using it Monday. Anyway, that's the story of how I got my golf glove. Sweet dreams, children.
