Cool story about my gnome
I was not one of those patrons that was ravenously fighting for a gnome this year.
I got to the pro shop early because I wanted to get my shopping out of the way, check my bag, and enjoy my day at the course. I told my friends that I would get a gnome if they were readily available in the pro shop when I arrived, but I was not jostling or shoving my way through a crowd to score one. If I get one, cool. If not, oh well.
Well, as expected, when I got to the shop, they were sold out. As I said, no worries. I was more interested in getting a hat and a polo anyway. I was standing at a corner of the shop waiting on my friend when a guy stops next to me to organize his bags.
“Hey man. Want a gnome,” he asks as he pulls one out of his bag, “I was gonna get one for my dad and I don’t know where he is.”
I obliged and walked out of the pro shop with a $60 gnome, a polo, and a green Azalea hat. No lie, I had about a dozen people asking me, completely shocked, how I managed to snag one.
Austin, from Houston (lol), if you’re reading this, you are the absolute goat, man. I hope the Masters was everything you dreamed it would be.