One day I accidentally overturned my cart.
Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer who lived in a villa on the golf course we were living at in Sarasota, heard the noise and called out, “Are you okay? What's your name?"
"It's Dale, and I'm OK, thanks," I replied.
"Dale, forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest awhile, and I'll help you get the cart up later."
"That's mighty nice of you," I answered,” but I don't think my wife would like it."
"Oh, come on," Elizabeth insisted.
She was very pretty and persuasive.
"Well, okay," I finally agreed, and added, "but my wife won't like it."
After a restorative brandy, and some driving and putting lessons, I thanked my host.
"I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset."
"Don't be silly!” Elizabeth said with a smile. “She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"
"Under the cart, I replied,"