Reality Show?

As revealed in yesterday’s post, I have one more Mayberry highlight to share with you that should definitely be picked up as a reality show. Or possibly used as the setting for a horror movie. I’ll let my readers decide.

Last weekend, before my nieces left, the whole family had a picnic in the park, and then hit the links at the miniature golf course. And let’s just say I use the term ‘miniature golf course’ loosely. Basically, you can pay $5 to golf at a place that was (in the 1950s) probably a really nice, cute course.

Key word: was. Consider the fact that a) it hasn’t been kept up/remodeled at all in those 60 years, and b) that the same woman has run it for this whole time, and you’ve got the perfect setting for… well, a reality show, or a horror film.

Essentially, this woman is either

…very interested in mini golf, and sits at this picnic table, watching you like a hawk, because she’s checking out your game (reality show).

or

…a serial killer, and sits at this picnic table, watching you like a hawk, because she’s going to sneak into your house while you sleep, and beat you to death with a mini golf club (horror film). In any case, she’s quite interesting, and if this picture doesn’t tell you everything you need to know, I don’t know what will.

The shoes. The hat. The cankles. The picnic table. The hawk stare that you can’t see, because I’m protecting her identity (mostly in case of the whole serial killer thing). The office behind her where the stores the supplies, and yells at customers (especially when they end up ‘in the rough’ on every other hole- I speak from experience, people- keep the ball in between the rails).

The absolutely best part? Her name is Marj. Marj. WITH A J. I can’t even take it.

So, readers, what do you think? Reality show or horror movie? It should be worth noting that Marj is extremely crabby and has a southern accent, the ‘golf course’ is pretty much set in a trailer court, and that I considered getting a tetanus shot after nine holes there.

Weigh in!

-Bev