Club House Gin
It is a beautiful Country Club. Not real big or fancy, but well made, and well run with a small bar with lots of windows looking out on the beautiful, well kept golf course that winds through a picture perfect coastal forest of Fir trees, Madrones, Scotch Broom, and wild Rhododendrons. It is located out of the way on the edge of a residential area next to the land that eventually makes its way to the ocean, so you can not just 'happen' on to the location. You have to know where it is. There is also a small restaurant next to the bar all located above the Golf shop, the golf managers office, and changing rooms for patrons. Everything is shining wood, simple, well kept and inviting.
I have always felt that people are sent where they are supposed to be, even if we may never figure out why. The only answers we get is when we look back in retrospect. Maybe it helps us make good choices as we go on in life, maybe it's just one of those times we set it on the memory shelf and grin as we move on without a clue what it was all about. I can promise one thing... SOMEone is always affected in some way by you being there. Remember that.
I got the job at the Country Club by a knock on my door. I opened it and a little man said: "I hear you are looking for a job, Jellybean." It was a small town but I had just moved there thinking I had a job, but it had not worked out so here I was with two little kids desperate for work. And here it was knocking at my door. I told him yes I was looking for work. He said, "Come to work tomorrow at the country club. Wear a black skirt and a white blouse. You will work a split shift so be there at 11 in the morning." The best job of my life had literally knocked at my door.
It was a great job. I waited tables for lunch, went home, then came back at 6PM and tended bar until around Midnight. It was a small, high-class, well behaved bar patronized by the high-class people of town such as the mayor, teachers, doctors, and owners of large companies. Everyone that was anyone in that town came to the country club to play golf, have meetings, and spend time with those of like mind. I was a 25 year old single mother of two, not hard to look at, intelligent, friendly, and good at fixing drinks so it did not take long for everyone to begin to treat me as an equal. I was in the process of making life-long friends, and...it all knocked at my door.
I was not a challenge of any kind and could talk to anyone, any time about anything, so they began treating me like a relative, like 'one of the family'. Okay so some of the guys liked to laugh and flirt a little bit, but I kept it funny and soon everyone realized there was no chance anything would ever happen, so I had the respect of all the wives as well. It made everyone feel at ease and in a small town that is a bonus! To be liked and respected by all the rulers in town boosted my status considerably!
One of the customers came in one Saturday afternoon and sat there looking bored sipping a beer. He was irritated that his card playing friends were not going to be there so he had to figure what to do with his day. I asked him what kind of cards he played and he said Gin Rummy. I told him I was pretty good at that game and got out a deck of cards under the counter. "Deal a hand", I ordered. He looked at me with an oh-boy-a-stupid-blond look and shrugged as he shuffled the cards. About ten minutes later I yawned and laid down a Gin Rummy.. The look on the customers face was priceless. He carefully looked at all of the cards and figured I was just lucky. I shrugged and told him he was probably right. Deal another hand. He paid a lot more attention.... In about 10 minutes I laid down another Gin Rummy. He looked shocked! He stood up and looked at me, looked at the cards! He informed me I 'did not play right!' I told him I did not cheat, deal more stupid cards. Fifteen minutes later I spread out another Gin and the customer slammed his cards on the bar and yelled! "You don't think normal!" he shrieked, "you are not logical! I can't figure out what you are doing!" I told him I was beating the hell out of him, deal the cards! Our Card game went on for about 5 more years with a lot of yelling, laughing and slamming cards all over the place. Did I mention I made life long friends?
One down, many more to go. Gin!
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