Bob and Harry were golfing together. During a long wait to tee
off, Harry confessed that he had a real problem. “What is it?” said Bob.
“Well, my wife’s doctor called to tell me he had finally diagnosed her
illness, but I cannot for the life of me remember whether he said it was
Alzheimer’s or AIDS. I’m too embarrassed to call him back. What should I
do?” “That’s no problem,” said Bob, “Drop her off on the other side of town; if
she finds her way home, don’t fuck her.