We (the staff in my department at work), for our annual outing, headed to Congo River Miniature Golf. We split into two groups. This was my group — Mary Alice, Linda, Jamie, Tami, Tami, Linda, Jamie and Mary Alice. (For the record, Jamie won handily — but she shot from the ladies’ tees.)
We decided the strange hole marker in the foreground was, perhaps, the African version of the Muffin Man.