One Saturday last summer I left home about 7:30 am to play golf with some friends. On the way out the door may wife yells down the stairs to me “what time will you be home?” I thought for a second and replied “probably about 1:30, I’ll have lunch at the club.”
Well, when I finally rolled in the door at 11:45pm she greeted me at the door. With a not too impressed look on her face. You know the one I'm talking about. I immediately started to explain.
“We finished our game about 11:30, had lunch, and I started home, when alongside the road I saw this attractive woman with a flat tire on her car. I stopped to help, got the tire changed. 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 pub just up the road, we can grab a beer there and I'd be able to clean up. I agreed to stop, I mean I was thirsty. We had a beer, then another beer, then a couple more, and I realized that this woman was not only pretty, she was very friendly, and a good companion to spend time with. Before I knew it, we were in her bedroom having sex. And that is why I am so late getting home.”
My wife looked me in the eye and said “Don’t shit me; you played 36 holes, didn’t you?”
