What is it with some people

This last weekend was a three day one with Monday being a nationwide holiday so I went to stay with eldest daughter and family etc. On the Sunday Lee (a younger daughter’s boyfriend) and I decided to have a round of golf while some of the others went to a winery for a bit of sampling. Have spent the previous night and some of the wee hours of the morning sampling a fair amount of Mr Beams finest we felt the exercise would do us good. As we were about to start we were asked by two others if they could join us and make up the four. Golf being a very social sport this is the norm and a good way to meet others with a similar interest just like this forum so we accepted. My tee shot was a little wayward and one of my new companions then felt obliged to follow me to my ball all the time pointing out the problems that he felt had caused such a shot and then proceeded to tell the club and type of shot I should play next. Having been partaking in the sport for some thirty to forty years I feel I am reasonably aware of the purpose of the different clubs and I was fully aware of what I had done wrong and did not want to be constantly reminded of it. I politely ignored his suggestions and continued playing. Unfortunately he continued with his amateur coaching. I slipped into the conversation the large amount of bourbon, the four and a half hours sleep, the slightly fuzzy head and the game today for me was about relaxing and walking it off but to no avail, it seems he was Butch Harmon and he was going to set me right if it killed him. That threat was increasing by the minute but it wasn’t the coaching directly that was going to kill him. By hole three it was starting to really get on my nerves and was definitely not helping my game or my mood. At the end of the first nine I really should have called it quits, I was too angry now and was taking it out on the ball which wasn’t helping my game any and only seemed to fire my self-appointed coach to new heights.
I managed to avoid him as much as possible and was starting to finally settle and get into the game when on the sixteenth my tee shot went right and ended up behind a tree. Coach hit his to the left so I thought good, that’ll keep him off my case. My ball was right behind the tree with absolutely no shot to the green. As I contemplated whether to use a two iron or three iron to just chip out on the fairway I heard “You’re snookered, just chip it out”. Instantly the throbbing in my head increased dramatically and I felt my fingers clench around the head of the two iron. The pause I took to try to regain composure and tell myself that the life banishment from registered golf courses plus the possible prison sentence was not worth it (hardest decision I have ever made in my life) was obviously taken as a given that I was going try a shot because he repeated louder “There’s no shot just chip it out”. I paused again because now I if I took the chip shot coach is going to puff up thinking he’s finally got me to listen to him. The throbbing in my head was now a violent thumping and the grip on the two iron was such that you couldn’t have dragged it out of my hand with a team of horses. I turned to face him and through the red haze informed him that I had played the game before. I won’t bore you with the details of the rest of the conversation but on the drive home Lee said he felt I had handled it very well although he did say that prior to me speaking he was considering running away from the scene and telling the police he had never seen me before.
What it is with these people that, short of a brick to the forehead (or a two iron), just don’t get that unsolicited advice in this situation is nether wanted nor helpful. We did make it to the end of the round and I’m not wanted by the police (not for murder with a two iron anyway). I politely declined the offer of a beer in the clubhouse because I knew where that would lead, golf post mortem, more amateur coaching, loss of control and damage to a good vintage two iron.