Two men were enduring an excruciatingly slow round of golf. The two women ahead of them were struggling with every shot, hitting into sand traps, water hazards, and the rough. Worse yet, they weren’t following golf etiquette by letting the men play through.

After two hours of mounting frustration, one man finally said, “That’s it. I’m going over to ask them to let us play through.”

He began marching toward the women, but halfway there, he stopped abruptly, turned around, and walked back looking flustered.

“What happened?” his friend asked.

“I can’t do it,” the man admitted, lowering his voice. “One of those women is my wife, and the other is my mistress. You’ll have to go.”

The second man raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Alright, I’ll handle it.”

He started toward the women confidently, but halfway there, he too stopped, turned on his heel, and came back with a sheepish grin.

His friend stared at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

The second man chuckled awkwardly. “Small world!”