Bob stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity, looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed. He was driving his partner Alec nuts.
Finally exasperated, Alec says, "What's taking so long? Hit the blasted ball!"
Bob answers, "My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot."
"Forget it, man," said Alec, "you don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here!" |