A guy stands over his tee shot for what seems an eternity:

looking up, looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and speed.

Finally his exasperated partner says, “What’s taking so long?

Hit the d@mn ball!” The guy answers,

“My wife is up there watching me from the clubh0.use.

I want to make this a perfect shot.”

“Forget it, man,” says his partner.

“You’ll never hit her from here.”