She brought a replacement hole to mini golf

She suggested mini golf, and I figured I'd finally met a woman who appreciated my exact level of athletic ambition: walking near a windmill. At the first hole, she pulled a plastic cup from her purse and laid it sideways beside her ball. Tapped the ball in. Announced a hole in one. I laughed. She didn't. She said the course designer had "a very fixed mindset." By the fourth hole, she was moving her cup while the ball was still rolling. When mine went into the actual hole, she gave me six strokes for "using an unauthorized target." An employee explained that we needed to use the course as intended. She asked to speak to whoever owned the concept of golf. Then she handed me the cup and told me to hold it near her putter because relationships require support. I said I wasn't interested in being a portable victory. She sent me the scorecard afterward. I'd lost by abandonment. The cup had won best boyfriend.