A man is on a golf course and stands over his tee shot for what seems like an eternity.
He looks up, looks down, measures the distance and figures out the wind direction and speed.
Fed up, his cranky golf partner finally says, “Oi! What’s taking so long? Hit the bloody ball!”
Pausing for a moment, the man looks up and gives his partner an explanation.
“My wife is up there and watching me from the clubhouse,” he says. “I want to make this a perfect shot.”
The partner rolls his eyes and sighs.
“That’s not going to happen,” he says. “You’ll never hit your wife from here.”