A foursome checks in.
Two carts assign themselves from the fleet. One player is a member, so his green fee posts to his account instead of a card. The starter marks them away.
They fall sixteen minutes behind.
The course map shows it before the group behind starts complaining. A marshal is sent to the hole, not to "somewhere on the front nine".
Two beers and a wrap, in a dead zone.
No signal on 12. The sale completes anyway, held on the device and sent the moment the cart crests the hill. The member's minimum spend updates itself.
Six covers, split three ways.
Seat-level ordering, modifiers routed to the right station, auto-gratuity at six — and the terminal knows not to ask for a tip twice.
The day closes itself.
Every department's sales are already journalled against the right GL account. Labour is a percentage of a real number. Nobody re-keys anything.