Blind Golf

[sporran]

A priest, a doctor, a rich businessman and a Scotsman were waiting
> > one
> > morning for a particularly slow group of golfers in front of them.
> >
> > The doctor said, "I've never seen such poor golf!"
> >
> > The Scotsman chimed in, "Aye! We ha' been waitin' for nigh on fifteen
> >
> > minutes!"
> >
> > The businessman called out, "Move it you guys, time is money."
> >
> > The priest said, "Here comes George the greens-keeper. Let's have a
> > word with him."
> >
> > "Hello, George!" Said the priest, "What's wrong with that
> > group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"
> >
> > George the greens-keeper replied, "Oh, yes. That's a group of blind
> > fire fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire
> > last
> > year,
> > so we always let them play for free, anytime they want to."
> >
> > The group fell silent for a moment.
> >
> > The priest said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer
> > for them tonight."
> >
> > The doctor said, "Good idea. I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist
> > colleagues and see if there's anything they can do for them."
> >
> > The busi nessman replied, "I think I'll donate £350,000 to the
> > fire-fighters in honor of these brave souls."
> >
> > The Scotsman said, "Why kin they no f****ing play at night?"
>