Ken stood over his tee shot on the 450 yard 18th hole for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing.
Finally his exasperated partner, Rick, asked, 'What the heck is taking so long?'
'My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony,' Ken explained. 'I want to make a perfect shot.'
Rick said, 'You don't have a chance in hell of hitting her from here.'
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