Two old friends head out to the golf course for a quick nine holes. On the first tee, the first guy turns to the other and says: “What do you say we make this time worth something. Play you for $5?”
He agrees, and they start their rounds.
It’s a great game, and the two life-long friends reach the No. 9 tee box with the first guy ahead by one stroke. After the second guy hits a great drive, right down the middle, the first steps up and promptly hooks a ball into deep rough and trees.
“C’mon,” he says, “Help me find my ball. I’ll look in this patch of trees, and you look around over there.”
They look and look and look, but no ball can be found. The five minute time limit on searching for lost balls is about to run out. The first guy gets desperate, gives a quick glance over to see if anyone is looking, then swiftly reaches into his pocket and drops a new ball into the rough.
“Found my ball!” he shouts out triumphantly.
The second guy looks at his friend with great disappointment. “After all the years we’ve been friends, you’d cheat me at golf for a measly $5?”
“What do you mean cheat?” The first guy asks indignantly. “I found my ball sitting right here!”
The second guy lets out a heavy sigh. “And you’d lie to me, too? All for a tiny little sum of money? You’d cheat me and lie to me, for what? For five bucks? I can’t believe you’d stoop so low.”
“Well what makes you so sure I’m cheating and lying, anyway?” the first guy asks.
“Because,” the second replies, “I’ve been standing on your ball for the last five minutes!”