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, thats terrible, said the wife.

I know, the husband answered. All day long it was, hit the ball, drag Gus,
hit the ball, drag Gus . . .