Stitched up

When much younger and running was a manageable activity, a colleague and I regularly ran on a local private golf course. The principal of the school we worked at was the President of the club. One afternoon whilst running we saw a golf buggy heading along the fairway towards us. As it approached, the Principal’s head popped out and he asked whether we would like membership forms?
The next morning my colleague received a gold slip (the Principal’s chief means of communicating with staff) in his pigeon hole with the comment “please see me re extra curricula activities!”. After taking morning registration, my colleague left his form room and ran into the Principal en route to his first class.  Thinking he might as well get what was likely to be some form of rebuke over and done with he said to the Principal
“I understand you wish to to see me regarding my running on the golf course?” The principal looked somewhat taken aback, said he knew nothing about the note….but now that he mentioned it, it would be useful to discuss the matter further!
Later that morning, when he caught up with me, despite my stated intention to get to him before he went to see the Principal, my friend was none too happy that I was the author of the “gold slip”.