Donald was having a really bad day on the golf course.
It seemed lately that he was having more and more of those days, often coinciding with when he was off playing golf rather than doing what he should have been doing, working…
On this particular day, right around the 14th hole, it seems he had missed one putt too many.
He let loose with a fairly impressive temper tantrum, jumping up and down like a toddler and stamping his feet, then he grabbed his putter, and stormed off towards the lake by the 15th tee.
“Uh-oh,” said his caddie to one of his playing partners, “There goes that club!”
“You think so?” said his playing partner. “I’ve got five bucks says that he misses the water!”
