A priest, a doctor, and an engineer were waiting one morning at the
third tee (par 3, 185 yards, slight dog leg to left, water hazard on
the right) while a particularly slow group of golfers were flailin away ahead of them.

Engineer: What’s with these guys? We’ve been waiting for 15 minutes!
Doctor: I don’t know but I’ve never seen such ineptitude!
Priest: Hey, here comes the green keeper. 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!

Doctor: Wow! Thanks for the scoop George.
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 opthamologist buddy and see if there’s anything he can do for them.

After a short pause …
Engineer: Why can’t these guys play at night!