Random Old Golfing Buddy

i usually take about 45 minutes at the driving range. i'm too ADD for more and i feel like it's a waste of a trip if i stay less.

this morning, i went to the driving range and got a small bucket of balls. after about 15 minutes, this really cute old granpa walks up to me and says:
"you have a great swing. you have to be patient with yourself."

me: "oh, thanks."
old dude: "no, you don't understand, when you don't hit well, you grimace like this." (and he does my face)
me: "haha, okay, i'll be patient"
old dude: "okay, before you hit each ball, i want you to say 'i have a great swing. it doesn't matter where the ball goes.'"
me: "um, okay."
old dude: "c'mon say it with me"
me: "i have a great swing and it doesn't matter where the ball goes."
old dude: "now swing!"
me: "thanks." (i shank that one, but smile to him)

and then, i realize he's just continuing to watch me. i'm thinking to myself, "CRAP! do i have to keep saying this before EVERY ball?" and apparently yes, since the old dude is smiling like, "go on, let's hear it."

so i keep doing that - cause he's just a really cute old man. but thank god i only had like 10 balls left. even though it was only a 25 minute session, i was really okay with making an exception today.