Bushies' Pool Boy
This reminded me of the summer I got my mom to drive me over to a local country club where word had it that money could be made caddying for rich golfers. We stood around in the parking lot elbowing each other for a chance to haul those big-ass alligator golf bags from the parking lot up to the clubhouse for a couple quarters. Occasionally the men would deign to allow you to carry the monstrous hernia-producing albatrosses around eighteen holes for ten bucks (if you were lucky). A lot of my friends at one time or another worked in the golf industrial complex. I loved it when one of my friends printed bumper stickers that said, "Golfers Suck." Here's an article where the Bush's former Kennebunkport pool boy dishes on his bosses.