A priest, a doctor, and an lawyer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers.
Lawyer: What’s with these guys? We must have been waiting for 20 minutes!
Doctor: I don’t know but I’ve never seen such ineptitude!
Priest: Here comes the greenskeeper. Let’s have a word with him.
Priest: Hi George. Say George, what’s with that group ahead of us? They’re rather slow aren’t they?
George: Oh yes. That’s a group of blind fire fighters. They lost their sight while saving our club house last year. So we let them play here anytime free of charge!
(silence)
Priest: That’s so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight.
Doctor: Good idea. And I’m going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there’s anything he can do for them.
Lawyer: Why can’t these guys play at night?
