I live in the southy-easty part of South Carolina, and am lucky enough to work at a rather nice golf course (if you're familiar with the area you'll be able to figure out which). Time to time we get some random rich people who come in and make a big deal of themselves, their entourage tailing them and what not; just the regulars who like to make a special day of being among society.

However, one day I was doing my thing as a caddy (mostly just sitting around, our normal clients like to choose the younger guys to be their club bearers since they blend in with their possies better, more photogenic; my receding hairline didn't quite lend itself to their tastes) and I see Bill Murray come in. He was hard to spot compared to the other golfers in their full garb, while he was wearing a sweater that looked like it was knitted by his blind grandmother and some sweatpants.

Needless to say, I was internally freaking out. Here's Bill Murray casually hanging out for a day of golfing, none of the children I work with recognize him since they're all busy pandering to the high brow customers, and it's my prime opportunity to be the caddy of his dreams.

I must have been staring though and after casually fighting a vending machine for some food he noticed it and came over and told me "It's my day off and I need someone who won't rat me out when I throw my ball out of a trap or drive the carts across the green". He must've liked it when I responded that it's only a violation of the rules if he uses a slingshot to get out of the sand (terrible response, I know), since he handed me a worn out bag full of some of the nicest clubs I'd seen someone bring in.

The rest of the day was awesome, it was like hanging out with a fun uncle (not the one who touches you). At some point after the 5th hole he pulled out his hip flask and a sandwhich and we sat around for a bit. Things got fun after this, he convinced me to re-enact the scene in Space Jam where MJ got sucked into the hole. Only a few people got it so we went ahead and had a golf cart race, and after I started winning he declared that style points were in effect at which point he started trying to drive off some of the course's more formidable and ramp-like hills to get air.

He either broke the cart or drained the battery and it stopped working, but in a flourish worthy of a die hard movie pointed it towards a fake lake and dove out as it slowly sank a foot into the water. I drove by shouting "we gotta go, they're coming! we have to go!" and he leaped onto the back of my cart, laying one of his clubs on the roof to be my gunner, throwing golf ball grenades at passerby.

My supervisor must have gotten word of me careening around the course with a wild man and tried to chase us down, and when we saw him coming Bill screamed "we can't let the man bring us down! we've got too much riding on this". I naively asked him what he meant and he replied "just pretend I have six grams of weed in my golf bag, and as my caddy it's your duty to make sure no one but us smokes it!".

We made a break for it, heading for the treeline (a little too directly towards it as we crashed into a tree) and hid among the trees like bigfoot and co. There was no way they could see us once we got into the foliage, then Bill promptly pulled out his piece hidden inside a driver sock along with the weed I was tasked to protect. You're not going to not smoke with Bill Murray, so we sparked up all six grams and ate all the berries in the area we could find.

We spent what felt like a great many number of hours re-enacting more scenes from his movies along with a good number of lines I'm fairly certain he made up on the spot until we were sure the course had closed. Then, he stood up, handed me his piece, and said "we'll have to do this again sometime". He began walking away, deeper into the trees from which his final words echoed: "No one will ever believe you."

I returned to the club house, drenched in sweat and dirt and smoke to see my supervisor. Oddly, he looked at me as if nothing had ever happened and said he'd see me at work tomorrow. Then just before I left he said "By the way, your customer left you a tip". It was an envelope with my name scrawled in Bill's handwriting, and inside was another two grams of weed along with Bill's lighter and a note saying "I may have ate some wild mushrooms out there, and forgot to give you these. -B.M."

TL;DR: I work at a golf course where Bill Murray went to and got to be his caddy, by far the most fun I have experienced with such a unique person.