Not my caddie

He’s Not My Caddie
Rich Texans are fabled for their grand style, but when one oil tycoon appeared at a local British golf course followed by a servant pulling a foam-cushioned chaise lounge, his opponents thought that this was taking style too far. “J.R., are you going to make that poor caddie lug that couch all over the course after you?” they asked him. “Caddie, my eye,” explained J.R. “That’s my psychiatrist.”