Handicap

Two friends had arranged a round of golf and were now on the first tee,
preparing to start their game at 7 a.m. Just as the first was half way up his
backswing, a good looking young lady ran across the course about 10 yards in
front of him, peeling off her clothes as she went until she was totally naked.
As she disappeared into the woods he turned, dazed, to his companion, "What was
that about?!!!"


"Take no notice. Just get on with the game," replied the other.


Settling down and lining up for his drive, the first golfer then noticed four
men in white coats running across the course on a similar track to the young
lady. "What......?!?"


"Look. Just get on with the game," said the second. "We don't have all day,
and you know the course closes at 9 p.m.," the second says with a chuckle.


For the third time the golfer squared up to the ball, only to be distracted by
another man in a white coat running across the fairway, lugging two buckets of
sand. "Now, hold on a minute," said the first golfer, "I'm not playing until you
tell me what's going on."


"OK," said the second. "Just over the wall there is an asylum. The young lady
is a patient who escapes and runs around naked from time to time. The guys in
white coats are chasing her."


"I'll buy that," said the first, "but what's with the guy and the two buckets
of sand?"


"He's the guy who caught her the last time. That's his handicap."