Electric Company

Late Saturday night, we go to a favorite mini-golf place. The parking lot had suddenly turned into a car show for teenagers. We had forty-five minutes to get in one game for four people. By about the fourth hole, we noticed that they were closing the place down. But they knew we were there, because they, like, saw us when checking the course for people. I guess in all of their fun playing on the bumper boats and cat-calling the carp, they forgot us. And turned out the lights where we were playing. Not on the entire course, just the one section where we were at. When requested to turn them back on, the reply was that they "didn't know how" or "couldn't" get the lights back on. Back to the roaring parking lot. We twanged while playing pool and ate pancakes with the refund.