Foxfire at Village Green

Keep an eye on that 60 year old crackhead grounds keeper. Guy is a thief

If you love getting accosted in the parking lot by the older guy who works here, you are going to LOVE this golf course. I'm from Syracuse originally and I've been golfing for 20 years. This is a true story; I came back to the clubhouse with my friend after we finished golfing and there was a middle-aged guy cleaning carts that yelled at me (swearing to my face) because we brought the carts back at 8:20pm, and they were due in at 8:15pm - Which was a rule he must have made up like right there on the spot, because... he's the cart guy, and it's a really important job with a lot of ins and outs, a lot of responsibilities. You wouldn't understand. I think he was drunk too. I honestly thought he was joking because it was hilarious how angry he was. Seconds later, an older guy comes swaying out of the clubhouse, blind drunk, with bloodshot eyes and starts screaming at me, about a foot away from my face. He was literally acting like an escaped mental patient. I was so confused, I immediately put my mask up because he was spitting on me while he furiously screamed profanities. Apparently the 6 feet apart rule didn't apply to him. For about a minute or so he flailed his arms, pointed his finger, swore a bunch, and paced around with veins popping out of his forehead. I don't think I've ever seen someone so angry. It was as if he was in a cage out back all day, being prodded with a stick and someone just let him loose. Turns out he was screaming at me and my friend because he thought we only paid for 9 holes. I looked into his blank, glazed over stare, and explained that I paid for 18 holes. I think it's safe to say it was a slight overreaction on his part. He didn't believe me that I paid. Shocker. This guy was clearly unstable or possibly off his meds. Or, maybe around 8:30pm every night he's finally high enough on bath salts to start a fight in the parking lot with the first person he sees. I'm not really sure of his schedule. Anyway, he started to follow me, and block me (still screaming the whole time) as I made my way to my car and my friend tried calming him down. I looked back and saw a couple more workers gathering under the lights of the clubhouse outside the bar. My friend suggested we get out of there before some more inbred, insane family members do God knows what to us. All in all though it was a pretty interesting time. I definitely got some good characters for my next script. Also, the golf course is in pretty bad shape. There are plenty of other places to play. Should you decide to go here though, just make sure you get the carts in by 8:15pm or the old guy will likely try to roundhouse kick you.