|One night a man returns home well after dark having supposedly left at 6:30 that morning to play golf. His wife is furious and demands to know where he's been.
"Well, I got in the car and it wouldn't start. So I called Frank to drive. But it was 7:15 by the time he picked me up. On our way to the course, Frank runs out of gas and we have to walk 8 miles to the nearest station. By the time we finally get going again it's 10:30. When we get to the course, there is a seniors group in front of us so we have to wait two hours before we can tee off."
"Yeah, but that was still almost ten hours ago!" His wife nagged. "Well, we were playing along when on the fifth hole a golf ball comes whizzing by and hits Frank in the head, knocking him out. So for the next thirteen holes, its hit the ball, drag Frank, hit the ball, drag Frank, hit the ball ..."