A golfer stands over his tee shot for what seems an eternity to his partner. He
looks up, looks down, measures the distance and figures the wind direction and
speed. The longer he takes, the more his partner fidgets.
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Finally his exasperated partner says, "What’s taking so long? Hit the blasted
ball."
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The guy answers, "My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to
make this a perfect shot."
"Forget it, man," the partner says. "You’ll never hit her from here."
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looks up, looks down, measures the distance and figures the wind direction and
speed. The longer he takes, the more his partner fidgets.
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> </o>Finally his exasperated partner says, "What’s taking so long? Hit the blasted
ball."
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> </o>The guy answers, "My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to
make this a perfect shot."
"Forget it, man," the partner says. "You’ll never hit her from here."
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