A guy stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity; looking up, looking
down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed. Driving his
partner nuts. Finally his exasperated partner says, “What’s taking so long? Hit
the blasted ball!” The guy answers, “My wife is up there watching me from the
clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot.” “Forget it, man-you don’t stand
a chance of hitting her from here!”