Perfect Shot
A guy stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity, looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed, and driving his partner nuts.
Finally, his exasperated partner said, “What’s taking so long? Hit the blasted ball!”
The guy answered, “My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot.”
“Forget it, man. You don’t stand a chance in hell of hitting her from here!”