A Golf Problem: Wandering Tees

A Golf Problem: Wandering Tees

A thorough cleaning of the house today turned up a surprising number of golf tees in random locations.

I know how they get into the house: I have the tees in my pockets when I get home after a round, and they get deposited on my desk along with my keys and wallet.

What I am uncertain of is how they ended up in a corner behind a chair; in the shoe closet; behind a toilet; under a cabinet and so forth. I want to blame the cat, but they don’t really look like something she’d play with.

I think the blame lies with the same house elf who steals random socks from the laundry basket so that there are always ones without a mate.

All but one of these are tees I picked up off the course. As tees increasingly move from wood to plastic, they don’t break and are not biodegradable. Thus, I pick up random tees as a bit of litter control. I might pick up fifteen or twenty during a round.

When I gave my old Subaru Forester to Thing One, the eldest son, he reported that six months later, he was still finding tees in the car. Every week or so, he would give me a handful he had extracted.

They’re everywhere.

And multiplying.