Oct 23 2008
Put that on my tab
On Tuesdays, Nathan has golf league for about three hours, depending on when the coach decides when the little kids need to get out of the heat. Since league is followed immediately by a trip to the speech therapist, I make sure that Nathan has something to eat at the club house.
Knowing that the pros and staff look out for the little kids, I let Nathan have a soda and hot dog by himself or with his friend Michael after they finish their round. (He'll call me to pick him up after he eats.) It's nice to give him that sense of freedom while knowing he's in a very safe environment.
Sometimes I give him cash or I'll prepay and give him the receipt. One morning, when I had no cash, I was paying by credit card. The lady at the counter offered to start a tab for Nathan so I didn't have to pay each week. I told her that since I had to come to pay greens fees each time, it wasn't a big deal to prepay for his food, too.
A six-year-old with a tab? I could see Nathan now. "Hey guys, the root beers are on me!"
