The first day of the golf season at the local country club and my foursome was waiting while four women ahead of us teed off.
The first three went off with typical straight, not very long drives one expects from ladies who play regularly.
The fourth squibbed her first stroke off to the side of the teebox. She then duffed her second stroke so it rolled a couple of feet forward.
With a thoroughly exasperated look, she turned to us and said, "well, I guess I wasted my money on all those f**king lessons!"
Without a moment's thought, I replied, "there's the problem: you should have paid for golf lessons."
The doctor assures me that with a state of the art knee replacement and extensive physical therapy I should be on the course for the start of next season.
The first three went off with typical straight, not very long drives one expects from ladies who play regularly.
The fourth squibbed her first stroke off to the side of the teebox. She then duffed her second stroke so it rolled a couple of feet forward.
With a thoroughly exasperated look, she turned to us and said, "well, I guess I wasted my money on all those f**king lessons!"
Without a moment's thought, I replied, "there's the problem: you should have paid for golf lessons."
The doctor assures me that with a state of the art knee replacement and extensive physical therapy I should be on the course for the start of next season.

