Anyways, the campground is pretty large and you can rent golf carts to get around everywhere. We have rented a golf cart every year for at least the last decade and all of the adults would (seemingly) have had a chance to drive it around at some point or another. Imagine my surprise when I learned this secret: my dear mother had NEVER driven a golf cart! Somehow throughout all of these years she had always had a driver; the diva that she is. [In her defense, there are usually 7 or 8 other possible drivers with us, so maybe it's not too far fetched that she had never actually driven the golf cart herself.]
So it became my personal mission to make sure that she drove a golf cart at some point on our vacation. I volunteered my dad to be the driving instructor, and pestered my Mama to take the golf cart for a spin until she finally gave in. This was the tactic I used when I was teenager and I was trying to get her to agree to let me do something I wanted. It usually worked then, so I thought I'd give it a try now too. (Sorry Mama!) And would you believe that I've still got it? I was able to pester her into the driver's seat and Daddy hopped in with his clipboard to act as driving instructor.
I stayed back at the campsite to 1) take pictures and 2) take care of the baby. I considered taking Charley and riding along with the student, but when the driving session started out like this, I was reassured that I had made the right decision.
|Sorry Mama...but your face is too funny here not to share!|
I am proud to say she is now a licensed golf cart driver, and neither her, nor my dad, nor the golf cart ended up in a lake. I'd say that's a success story!