PRIORITIES

Indy Bunker, email

A MAN and his wife are golfing one afternoon.

They are having a wonderful time and the man has had a near-perfect game. The final hole, by far the most difficult, wraps around an old barn. With a terrible slice the man puts the barn between his ball and the green. The man knows the number of strokes it will take to get around the barn will destroy his score, and he begins to rant and rave.

His wife, hating to see him ruin such a great afternoon, makes a suggestion. “What if I were to hold open the barn door? That way you could send it right through the barn onto the green.”

The man thinks this is a good idea. So with his wife holding open the barn door, the man lines up with the hole and gives the ball a terrific whack.

The ball shoots through the air, right into the head of his wife, killing her instantly.

Months go by, and eventually the man’s friends, hating to see him still in mourning, convince him to go golfing with them. They end up at the same course, and sure enough, on the final hole the man makes another terrible slice, with the barn between where his ball lands and the green.

Again he begins to rant and rave at what this will do to his score. His friend, wanting to please him, makes a suggestion. “What if I were to hold open the barn doors? That way you could send it right through the barn onto the green.”

“Are you crazy?” the man replies. “Last time I did that, I got two over par!”