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A wife begins to get a little worried because
her husband has not arrived home on time from
his regular Saturday afternoon golf game. As
the hours pass she becomes more and more concerned
until, at 8 p.m., the husband finally pulls into
the driveway.
"What happened?" asked the wife. "You should
have been home hours ago!"
"Gus had a heart attack at the third hole,"
replied the husband.
"Oh, that's terrible," said the wife.
"I know," the husband answered. "All day long
it was, hit the ball, drag Gus, hit the ball,
drag Gus . . . "
her husband has not arrived home on time from
his regular Saturday afternoon golf game. As
the hours pass she becomes more and more concerned
until, at 8 p.m., the husband finally pulls into
the driveway.
"What happened?" asked the wife. "You should
have been home hours ago!"
"Gus had a heart attack at the third hole,"
replied the husband.
"Oh, that's terrible," said the wife.
"I know," the husband answered. "All day long
it was, hit the ball, drag Gus, hit the ball,
drag Gus . . . "