Golfing Fool

Harry was a diehard golfer, but his much younger wife Tina didn't care much for the game at all.

When Harry retired they moved from Cleveland to Phoenix. There was plenty for Louise to do, and pretty much a guarantee that the weather would let Harry get in a round of golf nearly anytime he wanted to.

Harry golfed randomly during the week, but had a standing 8 o'clock tee time with his best buddies every Saturday morning.

On one Saturday morning a rare and awful thing happened. Harry opened the garage door an looked out into what seemed to be never ending storm clouds. They were dumping rain on Phoenix like you wouldn't believe.

He stared for a minute or so in disbelief before realizing it looked just like one of those all-day rains he thought he was sure he had left behind in Ohio. Reluctantly, Harry closed the garage door and headed back upstairs to the bedroom.

Quietly, he crawled back under the covers, accidentally bumping Tina in the rump.

"Ooh, you're early lover," responded Tina, "now we've got at least 4 beautiful hours together while that old golfing fool Harry chases his ball around the course . . ."