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Abie, the somewhat shy and retiring gentleman who lives a bit
southwest sent me this one on golf...

At The Golf Course...

One day I accidentally overturned my cart.

Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer, who lived in a villa
on the golf course, we were living at in Sarasota,heard the noise
and called out, “Are you okay, what's your name?"

"It’s Jack , and I’m OK thanks," I replied.

"Jack, forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while, and
I'll help you get the cart up later."

"That's mighty nice of you," I answered,”but I don't think my
wife would like it."

"Oh, come on," Elizabeth insisted.

She was very pretty and persuasive.

"Well okay," I finally agreed, and added, "but my wife won't
like it."

After a restorative brandy, and some driving and a few putting
lessons, I thanked my host.

"I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really
upset."

"Don't be silly!” Elizabeth said with a smile, “She won't know
anything. By the way, where is she?"

"Under the cart!" I said...
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