The Accident! (WHY I NO LONGER OWN A GOLF CART)

One day I accidentally overturned my cart.

Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer who lived in a villa on the golf course where we were living in Sarasota, heard the noise and called out, “Are you okay? What's your name?"

"It’s Jack, and I’m OK thanks," I replied. "Jack, forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while, 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 hostess. "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 said.