There were four employees at the counter. Who should I make eye contact with, I wondered?  Someone speaks. “Hello”, they say.  “Hi”, I reply.  I stumbled through the chit chat until I understood everything.  It’s half price Tuesday. That’s nice!  There is a 2 hour wait for the top level, a 40-minute wait for the second level, but they can get me on the first level right away.  The top deck certainly hosts’ the best views, making it easier to see all the targets, but I’m not fussy, down I’ll go.

Scott, the range attendant is there to greet me.  Cool!  He kindly shows me what is what with the machine and the screen, points out a couple of games I should try, shows me where the clubs are, then introduces me to my waitress.  This is all too cool.  I quiz Scott on a few things. He tells me that the clubs are made by Callaway and that they are a big investor in Top Golf. He tells me the facility is 4 years old and then hits me with a mega fact bomb that Top Golf employs almost 300 people at that one location!  I couldn’t believe it but then I looked around and I notice it – food and beverage craziness.  To my dismay I realized that golf was not everyone’s primary objective here.  Aghast, I nervously tried to limber up a little while looking around.  There were many people not even hitting balls, or they were at least taking their sweet time while they finish a fry or bury a beverage.  Okay, okay, I get it.  So, I order a beverage to try and blend in.  Nobody knows I’m a golf junkie with a habit to feed! Stay cool, McCartney.

The golf was interesting and new.  There were microchips in the balls and big, brightly coloured, lit up targets out on the range.  Hit the target and earn the points. Extra points the closer to the middle of the target you are, and even more points when you get the targets farther out on the range.  Okay, cool, I understand.