Two golfers were being held up as the twosome of women in front of them whiffed shots, hunted for lost balls and stood over putts for what seemed like hours.
"I'll ask if we can play through," Bill said as he strode toward the women. Twenty yards from the green, however, he turned on his heel and went back to where his companion was waiting.
"Can't do it," he explained, sheepishly. "One of them's my wife and the other's my mistress!"
"I'll ask," said Jim. He started off, only to turn and come back before reaching the green.
"What's wrong?" Bill asked.
"Small world, isn't it?"