Stuck Golf Cart

[fly_tornado]

Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer, who lived in a villa on the golf course we were living at in Lakeland, heard the noise and called out,

 

 

 

“Are you okay, what's your name?

 

"It’s Bob , and I’m OK thanks," I replied.

 

 

 

"Bob , forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while, and I'll help you get the cart up later."

 

 

 

"That's mighty nice of you," I answered,”but I don't think my wife would like it."

 

 

 

"Oh, come on," Elizabeth, insisted.

 

 

 

She was very pretty and persuasive.

 

 

 

"Well okay," I finally agreed, and added, "but my wife won't like it."

 

 

 

After a restorative brandy, and some driving and putting lessons, I thanked my host. "I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset."

 

 

 

"Don't be silly!” Elizabeth said with a smile, “She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"

 

 

 

"Under the cart!" I said....