A golfer stands over his tee shot for what seems an eternity
to his partner. He looks up, looks down, measures the
distance and figures the wind direction and speed. The longer
he takes, the more his partner fidgets.
Finally his exasperated partner says, "What's taking so long?
Hit the blasted ball."
The guy answers, "My wife is up there watching me from the
clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot."
"Forget it, man," the partner says. "You'll never hit her