19th hole embarrassment

On Saturday, I found myself meeting a friend for lunch at his private golf club (I don't play golf, I just eat food with people who do).

As we approached the bar to order drinks, I noticed I was getting a lot of eye contact from one of the barmaids. A pretty young thing, obviously struck by my manly presence, and unable to tear her quivering brown eyes away from my enigmatic gaze. When she had finish serving her less distracting clientele, she approached us shyly, leaned over towards me and whispered...

"Sorry Sir, but we do have a dress code. Next time you come, please wear a collar".

Damn it.