— FORE! Aw, dammit. I shanked it again.

— Hey! What the hell? You just beamed my kid in the temple.

— Did I? My bad. I was aiming for the putting green.

— That’s in the complete opposite direction.

— Sorry. It’s my first lesson.

— Explains the flip-flops. You’ve never been on a golf course!

— No, no–I’ve been on golf courses. It’s just my first time teaching a lesson.

— Teaching whom? You’re all alone.

— A bunch of kids in Vietnam. They’re watching in on those drones.

— Oh, I was wondering why there were hun–

— Hundreds of thousands of drones flying around the golf course?

— Exactly.

— Those are my students. (Waving to the drones.)

— See what I just did, kids? Shanking it? You DO NOT want to do that. That’s BAD GOLF.

— Shouldn’t you be teaching in, like… Vietnamese?

— I haven’t had complaints. At least, none I understand. These kids talk in all new slang.

— It’s probably Vietnamese.

— Vietnamese?

— The language… Vietnamese.

— You sound like the kids, not making a lick of sense, but maybe I’m just old-fashioned.

— How much do you charge for lessons?

— It’s “pay what you feel.”

— Have you made much money?

— I’ve actually lost money after all the fees from Air Traffic Control.

— Because of the drones.

— Right, because of the drones.

— I see. Don’t hit my kid again.