My husband is a lucky guy who always manages to find 7 or more golf balls on the course whenever he plays. I hadn't found one in all the time we had been together.
I though my luck had changed when finally I found one ball. I picked it up and started gloating, only to be distracted by another one. Getting real obnoxious, I found another one, and another. As I reached to pick up my fifth ball, my husband pointed out that we were on the driving range.