A married couple is out for their weekly round of golf, enjoying a great day and great play. But on the 9th green, something terrible happens. The wife screams in agony and collapses to the green.
“Oh no,” the husband exclaims, “you’re having a heart attack!”
“Help me, dear,” the wife implores. “Find a doctor!”
The husband runs off as fast as he can to find a doctor. He returns to the green quickly, picks up his putter and lines up his putt.
His wife raises her head off the green and glares at him. “I’m dying over here and you’re putting!?” she asks incredulously.
“Don’t worry dear,” says the husband calmly. “I found a doctor on the second hole and he’s coming to help you.”
“Well, how long will it take for him to get here?” the wife valiantly asks.
“No time at all,” her husband answers, while practicing his stroke. “Everybody’s already agreed to let him play through.”