On the third tee I asked my husband what that thing was I saw out of the corner of my eye.
"Don't worry about it," he said, "just putt, it's only a waste water pipe."
This is the man who tells me I look great when I am in the living room and he is in the fridge in the kitchen. This is the man who swears every time I report a noise in the car that they all sound like that, it's just damp.
And this is what that waste water pipe looked like:
I am just going to do some quiet hemming tonight.