The Golfer

The Golfer

He left home around 8:30 to play golf with his friends. On the way out the door, he answered his wife’s “What time will you be home?”
question with “Probably around 1:30 – I’ll have lunch at the club.”

Well, 1:30 came and went, 3:00 passed, 6:15, still not home, finally at about 7:00 PM
he rolls in the driveway, leaves his clubs in the garage, and presents his wife with a
pizza, and begins the apologetic story.

We finished our game about 11:30, had lunch, and I started home, when alongside
the road I saw this attractive girl with a flat tire on her car. So I stopped to help,
got the tire changed, and looked around for a place to wash my hands.
She offered money, but I refused, so she suggested that I at least allow her to buy
me a beer. She said there’s a tavern just up the road, and they have a restroom,
you can clean up a bit. I agreed to stop, we had a beer, then another beer,
then a couple more, and I realized that this girl was not only pretty, she was very
friendly, and a good companion to spend time with.

Before I knew it, we were in the motel next door having sex.
And that is why I am so late getting home.

His wife looked him right in the eye and said,
“Don’t lie to me! –you played 36 holes, didn’t you!?”

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