Mrs. Fortesque was getting more and more worried.
Her husband had left for a round of golf early in the morning and by mid-afternoon he still wasn't home.
Evening came and Mr.Fortesque still hadn't returned.
The lady was just about to call the police when she heard her husband's car pulling into the drive way,
Rushing outside, she told her husband, "Darling, I was so worried about you. What kept you?"
"Charlie had a heart attack on the fourth hole."
"Oh, my goodness, that's terrible!"
"You're telling me! All day long it was shoot the ball, drag Charlie, shoot the ball, drag Charlie . . . . "