The other day I accidentally overturned my golf cart.
Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer who lived in a villa on the golf course, heard the noise and called out, “Are you okay? What's your name?"
"It’s Jack, and I’m OK thanks," I replied.
"Jack, forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while, and I'll help you get the cart up later."
"That's mighty nice of you," I answered, “but I don't think my wife would like it."
"Oh, come on," Elizabeth insisted.
She was very pretty and persuasive. "Well okay," I finally agreed, and added, "but my wife won't like it."
After a restorative brandy, and some driving and putting lessons, I thanked my hostess.
"I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset."
"Don't be silly!” Elizabeth said with a smile, “She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"
"Under the cart!" I said.