Aaaaaargh. Drives me nuts. We played Saturday in 4:15, and the noted glacier in our group was touting that when we hit the 19th, adding that we were within the club's recommended window of time. But we were 2+holes behind the group ahead of us, and that in any measure of time means we were slow. On one hole Jim and I stopped to get some swing oil, and sent the other cart ahead to hit. Jim had that round so I grabbed my driver, walked 50 yards to our tee and proceeded to hit ... before the other two guys. One guy -- my goodness, he's my dearest friend -- would lose out to a snail. It's horrid. One hole we'd all hit our drives and he was standing there buffing two of his irons when his turn came. And of course he's the type who has those little slip on covers for every iron, and every club HAS to go back in exactly the right spot in the back, with the blades falling in perfect echelon. And he doesn't think he's slow. I love you, man, but heaven help us in another 10 years!!!!! And don't get me going on my father-in-law ... Aaaaaargh.