Confusion?

I learned a new story about my mother today. She played too many rounds of golf at the London Country Club to count. And for most of those rounds walked, crossing Deer Creek on a cable bridges with a wooden floor. Near the end of her golfing days they installed electric golf carts and created stable bridges beside the old cable bridges. On day my mother tried to drive a golf cart acoss one of the cable bridges, dumping the cart and herself in the creek. The assumption was that she had too many refreshments before starting her round.

I am no so sure it wasn't just habit. To say that my mother was a very competitive person is an understatement. I never saw her drink until after the playing was done. Either way, it makes one heck of a story.