“I’ll go and ask if we can go through,” said Max to Jerry. The two golfers had been concerned for some time at the snail-like progress of two women, originally some holes ahead and now just in front of them on the ninth fairway. Max returned after only a few paces towards the ladies.
“Jerry, this is very embarrassing, but would you mind going? That’s my wife up ahead and she’s playing with my mistress.”
Jerry returned having got no further forward than Max. “I say,” he said, “what a coincidence…”