Memoirs of a Golf Cart

This morning at work I lost a friend, a companion, an accomplice, this morning I lost my golf cart privileges. Due to infection control policies, I can no longer pick up dirty laundry in the same vehicle that patients ride in. I have some great memories with that cart, the skid marks in the lawn, the doughnuts in the parking lot, the "excessive acceleration", and all the good times we had at 6:00 in the morning. I will miss you golf cart, may you have a good life without me.