Martha, a loving and gentle wife, walked into the living room where her husband, Orville, sat reading the newspaper in his recliner. “Honey,” she said, “I’ve noticed you haven’t been playing much golf, lately.”
“I don’t have anyone to play with,” Orville replied grumpily.
“What about Clyde, dear? You two have played together for years” said Martha.
“Martha, would you play with someone who moves his ball when no one’s looking and never counts all his strokes?”
“I guess not,” replied Martha.
“Well, neither will Clyde,” said Orville.