Yeah our golfers were like the epitome of entitled, if they so much as saw us working on holes they weren't even playing on they would go nuclear. We had to be sure we were at least on the 10th or 11th hole by dawn because they would roll up with the sun ready to get their 18 holes in before heading back to the clubhouse for brunch and a half dozen martinis before getting into their Porsche and god help you if they so much as heard the sound of an internal combustion engine coming from literally anywhere.

Not nice people...but luckily I wasnt forced to deal with them much, and was usually farting around in the maintenance shed with the other kids waiting to punch out by the time we got too busy lol