Epicness

Hit up the driving range on my way home from work today.

The guy workin in the pro shop completely wrote me off due to my long hair, questioned that I had enough money on my debit card to be able to pay for the demo I was borrowing (just in case it broke while I was swinging it super duper hard), then proceeded to be the nicest guy in the world after he realized I wasn't a little rascal lookin' for trouble...

I guess you can't blame him for that.

You were right Mom, appearance does matter, I guess?

No worries, I'll just have to either try hard to come across as a trustworthy person, or cut the locks of love....


I'll stick with the nice approach...for now,

-StallB