John comes back quite late from a day at the golf course and his wife asks:
“What kind of time do you call this?”
“It was terrible dear,” John replies.
“I was playing a round with Harry and suddenly he collapsed and died at the third hole.”
“That must have been awful for you dear.” said John’s wife.
John said “You’re right, it was awful.
Fifteen holes of hit the ball, drag Harry, hit the ball, drag Harry . . .”