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played by the well-to-do, not to win, but to work business deals, lose to the boss to get a raise, or to cozy up to the kind of preferred treatment Mr. Day complains he never gets. Maybe he’s just unclear on the concept of the game.
Now, about the car dealers giving discounts to the rich: car dealers, I readily admit, are, by and large, scum-sucking swine, and it would be great if they would just drop dead, or at least price cars the way grocers price canned goods. Still, buying a car is like buying a can of peaches: a contract freely entered into by both parties.
In the end a thing is only worth what someone will voluntarily pay for it. Why would Mr. Day buy a $7,000 car for 12,500, knowing it was overpriced? (Perhaps his negotiating skills are on a par with his golf game, in which case, following the metaphor, I suppose he would feel inclined, I don’t know, maybe to steal a car.) I think he should play golf with a car dealer. Make the system work for him.
One might even gather from his little essay, not only that he has missed the point of playing golf, but that Mr. Day is one of those whining, self-pitying liberals who despise the competent, envying their success. (He might be a whining, selfpitying conservative - I know a few of those, too — but you get my drift.)
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