So, there is this avid golfer. Every Sunday morning, rain or shine, he gets up before dawn, quietly gets dressed so as not to wake is wife, and heads to the golf course for a full morning of golf. This one particular Sunday morning when he woke up he could really hear the wind blowing and rain against the window. No worries, he was sure this would blow over so he continued to get dressed. When he got in the car and pulled out of the driveway he noticed how cold it was. Half way to the course the rain turned into sleet and he could see the tiny ice pellets bouncing off the hood of his car. Listening to the radio it was going to stay nasty like this all day long. So, for the first time that he could remember, he turned the car around and headed back for home. When he got home it was still dark and his wife was asleep in bed. He quietly took off all of his clothes and slid under the sheets and snuggled up to spoon with her. As she felt him cuddle up behind her she gave a soft satisfying sigh. He quietly whispered “man the weather is nasty out there." Without turning around she replied “I know, can you believe he golfs in this crap?”
