He left home about 8:30 a.m. to play golf with his friends. On the way out
the door he answered his wife's "What time will you be home?" question with
"Probably about 1:30. I'll have lunch at the club."
1:30 came & went, 3:00 passed, 6:15, still not home. Finally, at about
7:00pm, he rolls into the driveway, leaves his clubs in the garage, and
presents his wife with a pizza, and begins the apologetic story.
"We finished our game about 11:30, had lunch, and I started home, when
alongside the road I saw this attractive girl with a flat tire on her car.
I stopped to help, got the tire changed, and looked around for a place to
wash my hands. She offered money, but I refused, so she suggested that I at
least allow her to buy me a beer. She said there's a tavern just up the
road, and they have a restroom, so you can clean up a bit. I agreed to
stop. We had a beer, then another beer, then a couple more, and I realized
that this girl was not only pretty, she was very friendly, and a good
companion to spend time with. Before I knew it, we were in the motel next
door having sex. And that is why I am so late getting home."
His wife looked him right in the eye and said "Don't Shit me! You played 36
holes, didn't you?!!"