A guy left home about 7:30 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 8:30 PM he rolls in 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 1:00, 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, 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 in the eye and said “You played 36 holes, didn’t you?"
Subject: Reach home late... 
Tue Jun 07, 2011 4:51 pm
