There's a fellow who is an avid golfer. Actually
he's a golf fanatic.
Every Saturday morning he has an early tee
time. He gets up early and
eager, golfs all day long, 36 holes sometimes. Well, one Saturday morning, he gets up early, dresses
quietly, gets his clubs out of the closet, and
goes to his car
to drive to the course. Coming out of his
garage rain is pouring down;
it is
like a torrential downpour. There is snow
mixed in with the rain, and
the
wind is blowing 50 mph. He returns to the
garage.
He comes back into the house and turns the TV
to the weather channel. He finds it's going to be bad weather all day
long,
so he puts his clubs back into the closet,
quietly undresses and slips
back
into bed. There he cuddles up to his wife's
back, now with a different
anticipation, and whispers, "The weather out
there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believe my stupid husband is
out
golfing?"