The group I was golfing with quit at the turn.  I caught up with a foursome.  They offered to let me play through.  Advising (jokingly)that since thay had hit, any shots behind mine could be picked up and carried forward to my ball.  I had been hitting the tee ball well all afternoon--relatively straight and relatively long.  So,  I jumped up on the tee and took a mighty swing.  I look up to see my ball going--dead right--- over the roofs of the first row of homes along the fairway.  Thankful, I didn't hear the crash of glass.  The foursome is  standing there looking down the fairway with their hands shading their eyes in the golf salute.  I didn't need a mirror to see the red on my face.  I felt the burn as the blood flowed to my cheeks.  I  grabbed my tee-- apologized for mu worst shot---and drove to the next tee.  Thank goodness I was not walking.  I don't think they were laughing----,but I wouldn't blame them if they did!! Very Embarassing.