Before working at a camp, I never really thought that much about golf carts.
Now, they're a part of my everyday life. There are several golf carts at camp and they each have a number. And, I know it seems crazy, but each numbered golf cart has it's own personality.
Take, for example, The Phantom. My first summer at camp was the same year all the golf carts arrived. I was only summer staff, so I didn't have much to do with the golf carts. I didn't pay too much attention to them, but at some point, Number Three began going by "The Phantom." I don't know the story behind this nickname, but I'm pretty sure there is a story of some sort. Somebody actually put vinyl letters below the number 3 that said The Phantom.
Recently, I was doing my laundry late into the night, as in later than one in the morning, so I was going back and forth through the same passage rather frequently. The last time I walked through that passage (very late), The Phantom was there in the passage, plugged into an outlet and charging, next to a room where no one lives. It hadn't been there before, so I jumped out of my skin when I saw it. (Come to think of it, strange things tend to happen when I'm doing my laundry late at night. Maybe I should change my laundry time.)
The next morning, I got up around 7:30. The Phantom was already gone.
Nowadays, as full time staff, I frequently use a golf cart during the day if I need to run several errands around camp. I almost never drive The Phantom. Not because of the name; simply because The Phantom lists dramatically to the left and that gets rather annoying. However, a few days after the laundry night incident, The Phantom was my only option other than my feet, so I took it. After accomplishing a few things, I realized I had left something behind in my office, so I drove back, parked The Phantom in "the golf cart shed," and ran in my office.
I was in there maybe two minutes. When I came back out, The Phantom was already gone.
Like I said, I almost never drive The Phantom, but I'm not picky. I usually just run to the golf cart shed, hop in a cart that isn't The Phantom, and take off. I never even look at the numbers, because you don't have to look. If you just glance, you can tell which one is The Phantom because it leans so much.
Probably 9 times out of 10, I end up grabbing Number Five. I don't know why. I just do. Out of any number of carts that may be in the shed, I almost always hop in that one.
You wanna know Number Five's quirk? It beeps when it's in reverse.
It beeps in about four different tones, choosing randomly at it's own free will.
You wanna know my favorite tone? (please sense the sarcasm here) The one that sounds like a cat dying. Something like "mrrraaaammp" (yeah, I should never try to be an onomatopoeia-spelling-inventor). It's just an awful sound.
Number Five is a green golf cart (as is The Phantom). I've started trying to only grab red golf carts. We'll see how it works out.
Also? I'm considering giving Number Five a new name - The Dying Cat.
Oh, you don't think it would be a good idea to get vinyl letters made?
1 year ago