So where we live there is a minigolf place that we have driven by a zillion times and never went in for. Inspite of living here with kids that are under 8 for many yeara. Its so us to procrastinate forever and then suddenly it happens.
Had a scheduled power cut so we figured wed go and do golf.
Its Thursday morning we show up at said minigolf around noon and there is a huge truck with yacht blocking the entrance in tow hitch mode. The driver is killing time with his long load. Im in car with fam of 4. I point to the gate and the guy with the yacht dutifully moves up 80 feet to expose the minigolf gate.
We drive right up to the locked/chained gate (that we can see now) and begin to see the hours listed and realise with horrifying precision that we have come on a day they are not open in either high or low season.
The homey with the yacht is still there and I am feeling awkward…lame for even asking yacht man to move.
I see a guy in the minigolf who seems to be looking at us from deep within with a look of frustration. Im thinking its the gardner or something who is pissed that these dumb gringos are parked at the gate on a day they are not even supposed to be open!
I dont know what to do. Yachtman is watching me. My girls are on the verge of frustrated tears. No luz at the house. Im stuck like chuck.
Then the gardner is coming and I am thinking he is coming to see what evil we are up to. Snooping around. Probably going to chase the gringo weons away.
My kids are excited that the spanish man is coming. Im freshly panicking trying to figure out how to reverse out of there before the gardner gets to us. Yachtman is still there.
Gardner gets to me. I say “cerrado si si ok ok” thinking ima going ima going…but his response doesnt match like he is saying its ok to come in. Im like wait wuh?
Huh? He beckons us in and im like no way!
Thats not the gardner and they are opening for us? Just us? On a day they are not even supposed to be open?
My 1 daughter says, “Sigh…I love cheelay”.