There was a man who enjoyed playing golf, and could occasionallly put up
with taking in a round with his wife. One time (with his wife along) he
was having an extremely bad round. On the 12th hole, he sliced a drive
over by a grounds-keepers' shack. Although he did not have a clear shot
to the green, his wife noticed that there were two doors on the shack,
and there was a possibility that, if both doors were opened, he might be
able to hit through. Without hesitation, he instructed his wife to go
around to the other side and open the far door. Sure enough, this gave
him a clear path to the green. He stepped up to his ball and prepared
to hit. His wife had been standing by the far door waiting for him to
hit through. After a moment, she became curious and stuck her head in
the doorway, to see what he was doing. At that exact moment, the husband
cracked a three-wood that hit his wife square on the forehead, killing
her instantly. A few weeks later, the man was playing a round at the same
course, this time with a friend of his. Once again on the 12th hole, he
sliced his drive to the shack. His friend suggested that he might be able
to hit through, if he was to open both doors.
"Nah", replied the man, "Last time I did that I took a 7".
