He’s Not My Caddie

Rich Texans are fabled for their grand style, but when one oil
tycoon appeared at a local British golf course followed by a
servant pulling a foam-cushioned chaise lounge, his opponents
thought that this was taking style too far.
“J.R., are you going to make that poor caddie lug that couch
all over the course after you?” they asked him.
“Caddie, my eye,” explained J.R. “That’s my psychiatrist.”