A priest, a doctor, and an engineer
were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers.
What’s with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!
I don’t know, but I’ve never seen such ineptitude!
Hey, here comes the greenskeeper. Let’s have a word with him.
Hi George. Say George, what’s with that group ahead of us?
They’re rather slow aren’t they?
Oh yes. That’s a group of blind fire fighters.
They lost their sight while saving our club house last year.
So we let them play here anytime free of charge!
That’s so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight.
And I’m going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy
and see if there’s anything he can do for them.
Why can’t these guys play at night?