An avid golfer was late coming home from his
weekly game. As he dragged himself wearily
through the door, his worried wife met him.
"Honey," she said, "How was your game? Why
are you so late?"
"Well," he replied, "this had to be the worst,
hardest game of my life. Jack died out there on
the golf course. Just had a heart attack and
then died."
"Oh, no!" she cried. "How awful for you! He
was your best friend! No wonder you are
late....."
"Yes, the ordeal really wore me out.," he said,
"the whole rest of the game it was hit the ball,
drag Jack, hit the ball, drag Jack......"
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