ENERGY DRINKS

I bought two today. From a princess. Or a queen. They cost me $5. I gave them away.

She was standing there on the sidewalk with her little brother in a USC hat. Her mom was there, too. With babies in a stroller.

The princess or queen was wearing a crown. Waiting for golfers to drive by on the way to the 16th hole at Lookout Mountain. I drove by. I couldn't resist.

"Would you like to buy two energy drinks to help pay for my ______?" I can't remember if it was camp, registration, audition. Like the saying in one of the movies, Top Gun?, she had me at hello. So I don't know what specifically she needed the money for, but she got it from me. I mean anyone campaigning to be a princess or queen, well, the world needs more of them.

I gave my two drinks to my golf buddies. I didn't need the energy. Even when my second shot out of the sand lipped the cup and caused me to walk away with a bogey. But how could I feel bad when I'd just helped a princess in waiting?