“You’re in great shape. You must work out a lot.”

Flattered, she gave him a big smile and gushed, “Oh, thank you so much! You know, you’re kinda cute yourself.”

The next day I was with a different group, and the same woman drove up in the cart. “Watch this,” I whispered to my friends.

I walked up to her and said, “Wow, you’re in great shape! You must work out a lot.”

“Yeah,” she replied. “You should try it yourself.”

The two men watched as the ladies hit their shots, carried on animated conversations and taking their own sweet time to finish play totally ignoring the twosome behind them. The more they watched, the more frustrated and angry the two men became as their round was slowed to a snail’s pace.

Finally one of the men said, “I’m going to drive up to those ladies, give them a piece of my mind and tell them they better let us play through or else!”

As his companion watched, the first man drove up the cart path got about half the way to the ladies, abruptly turned around and returned to the tee.

The second golfer asked, “What did they say?”

The first said, “I couldn’t say anything. As I got closer I realized that one of the ladies is my wife and the other is my mistress.”

“That’s OK, I’ll go talk to them,” replied the second man as he jumped into the cart and headed toward the women.

Suddenly he too made a U-turn and headed back to his playing partner.

As he approached the tee he said, “Small world, isn’t it!”