Slow Group
The same foursome played every day at ten o'clock. They
were known as the three-hour gang, always finished by 1pm
so they could play gin all afternoon.
One eventful day, they ran into a foursome ahead of them,
playing incredibly slow. The guys in the three-hour gang
waved and waved at each tee, but the group ahead never moved
aside to let them through.
After a frustrating five and one-half hour round, the gang
came into the men's bar fuming. The slow group was at a
table across the room and the whole bar could hear the cussing
coming from the gang.
Finally, the waitress approached the gang and said, "You
guys should lighten up. That group you're cussing out?....they
can't see. They're blind golfers and I think it's great
they can even play!"
The first player in the gang felt terrible and told the
waitress, "You're right, tell you what..send them over a
round of drinks on me!"
The second guy told the waitress to put the blind golfers'
lunches on his tab. The third guy sent a caddie to the pro
shop for four sleeves of balls to present to the blind golfers.
Everyone looked at the fourth guy. "Screw 'em", he grumbled,
"Tell those idiots to play at night."
