Dan, Roger and John were playing golf behind a very slow foursome. They waited 15 minutes or longer at each tee while the inept linksters smacked their balls in and out of the fairways. Worse, they apparently had a Pro with them who kept running back and forth between them, giving advice. After nine excruciating holes, the threesome caught up to the duffers at the clubhouse turn. John stomped up, reluctantly accompanied by Dan and Roger. " What in hell is the matter with you idiots?" he said. "If you can't play any faster than that you don't belong on the course!"

The Pro stepped up to John and said in a low voice " Pipe down! These are four blind golfers, and they are doing their best!"

Roger cleared his throat and said "We're terribly sorry! I'd like to buy each and every one of you a drink at the end of the game." Dan stepped up and said, "and dinner! Dinner will be on me!" They scowled at John, who stood glaring at the ground."What do you have to say, John?" said Roger."I don't see why the hell," said John "they can't just play at night!"