So I'm just going to start hitting that random dude that plops himself next to me at the urinal
I went to play golf one morning by myself and on the first tee I saw another single golfer who came up and asked if I wanted to play a round with him. It was fucking Jack Nicklaus! So I said yes, thank you, and we proceeded to play. He had a cooler full of beer, so I gradually relaxed and we were having a fine afternoon. We get to the 3rd tee and he excuses himself to go pee. He comes back and there is a yellow stripe right across the knees of his white pants. I say nothing, because it's fucking Jack Nicklaus. We play a couple more holes, he goes off to relieve himself again. Again he comes back, this time with another yellow stripe across his pant leg. I think this is odd, but it's Jack Nicklaus. I say nothing. This happens a third time, at the 10th hole. This time I can't contain myself. I say casually, "Hey Jack, how come every time you go to the men's room you come back with a yellow stripe across your pants?" He looks resigned and annoyed and says, "Because every time there is a guy using the urinal next to me who eventually looks up surprised and turns to me and says 'Hey, you're Jack Nicklaus!"