This is minor compared to what my college girlfriend's dad pulled on a golf course. The first time we played golf together he gave me several items with his company logo on them. Tees, ball repair tool and of course.....a towel.
On the 8th hole, he suddenly says, "Heyyyy! I think I need that towel back! He scurries off into the woods, but not far enough as I clearly heard the reason why he needed the towel. After that blowout, I'm surprised he didn't need a beach towel! He comes back and says, "I'll have to get you another towel." I'm like, oh really???
Anyway, I figured this story would make the OBC's trip to the second cut of rough seem insignificant to what I had to endure one afternoon on the golf course.