He looks up, looks down, measures the distance and figures the wind direction and speed.
The longer he takes, the more his partner fidgets. Finally his exasperated partner says,
"What's taking so long? Hit the blasted ball."
The guy answers, "My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse. I want to make this a perfect shot."
"Forget it, man," the partner says. "You'll never hit her from here.