Mickey and Harry were scheduled to play a round of golf on the day that Mickey's daughter was to be married. Mickey's wife begged him not to go for fear he'd be late and mess up the wedding.
Said Mickey, "Now darlin' don't you worry. Harry and I are set to tee off at seven A.M. and the wedding's not until one o'clock. I'll be home by 11 and will have time to spare."
"Oh Mickey", she replied, "If you screw this up I'll never forgive you."
And off he went.
Eleven o'clock comes and goes and Mickey's not home. At one they hold up the wedding. At two, still not home, they go on with the wedding. At six, the reception over and still no Mickey the bride and groom depart on their honeymoon. At seven, in the door walks Mickey.
"Now darlin'", he says, "don't throw that vase at me till you hear what happened. Like I told you this morning, Harry and I teed off at seven this morning. Everything was going fine until the second hole. Right in the middle of his back stroke, Harry had a heart attack and died."
"Oh Mickey", says she, "I should have known you wouldn't miss your daughter's wedding unless something terrible had happened."
"Terrible ...... Darlin' it was awful ............ All day long, it was: Hit the ball, drag Harry. Hit the ball, drag Harry." |
