Lisa and I felt frustrated and foolish, realizing we had fallen for another trap. We dreaded the upcoming hours on the golf course, knowing it would be a tedious experience. The anticipation of the time spent there weighed heavily on us, as we braced for a long and monotonous afternoon.
We were all too familiar with the helplessness of time on the golf course, where every minute felt excruciatingly slow. Our watches seemed to lag behind, mirroring our own sense of impatience. It was clear that this experience would stretch out painfully, making it feel like an eternity.