"I take it you play golf," I said. She nodded. "I don't think I ran into you here before."
It turned out she was a new member. She had joined about two weeks before and played only once, but had to stop after the 3rd hole when she was washed out by rain.
"You don't look washed out to me," I said gallantly.
"It's a pretty tough course," she said with a smile.
"You ever play Pine Valley?" I asked her. "There's a tough course! Texas with bunkers!" Her laughter rang out through the bar. She asked me for another shot.
"I'll have one more, too," I told Harry.
She told me I had interesting hands.
"They're a little wrinkled on the back, I'm afraid, from pronating," I told her. "When you play quite a bit of golf, that's the penalty. You pronate to keep the club face closed."
She nodded as though she knew what I was talking about.
When Harry brought the bottle over, he said, "This gentleman you're talking to is the club champion."