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 . . . ”