Anything for an ace
He’d been playing for twenty years and he’d never managed it – the ultimate goal, a hole in one. As he was chipping away in a sandtrap one day and moving nothing but sand, he voiced the thought. “I’d give anything,” he said, “anything to get a hole in one.”
“Anything?” came a voice from behind and he turned to see a grinning, red-clad figure with neatly polished horns and sharpened tail.
“What did you have in mind?” the golfer enquired.
“Well would you give up half your sex life.’”
“Yes, Yes I would.”
“It’s a deal then,” and the figure faded discreetly from sight.
On the very next hole he did it. The ball just soared from his club in a perfect arc right into the hole. And for good measure, every other hole he played that round he holed in one. As he was putting his golf equipment away the figure in red appeared once more.
“Now for our bargain,” he said. “You remember you must give up half your sex life.”
The golfer frowned. “That gives me a bit of a problem,” he said.
“You’re not backing out of this,” cried the figure with a swish of its tail.
“We’d struck a bargain and you agreed to it.”
“Yes, of course. But I do have a problem. Which half of my sex life do you want – the thinking or the dreaming?”
