Husband and wife were playing on the ninth green when she collapsed
from a heart attack.
"Please dear, I need help!" she said.
The husband ran off saying, "I'll go get some help."
A little while later he returned, picked up his club and began to line up his shot on the green. His wife, on the ground, raised up her head and said, "I may be dying and you're putting?"
"Don't worry dear. I found a doctor on the second hole who said he'd come and help."
"The second hole? When in the hell is he coming?" she gasped in pain.
"Hey! I told you not to worry," he said, as he practised stroking his
putt. "Everyone's already agreed to let him play through."
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