Very basic, but it gets the job done. Doesn't get more Midwestern than this.
Two golfers were being held up as the twosome of women in front of them
whiffed shots, hunted for lost balls and stood over putts for what seemed
“I’ll ask if we can play through,” Bill said as he strode toward
the women. Twenty yards from the green, however, he turned on his heel
and went back to where his companion was waiting.
“Can’t do it,” he explained, sheepishly. “One of them’s my wife
and the other’s my mistress!”
“I’ll ask,” said Jim. He started off, only to turn and come back
before reaching the green.
“What’s wrong?” Bill asked.
“Small world, isn’t it?”