WRONG NAME ON THE BALL
A golfer hit a drive straight down the middle and longer than his usual distance. Pleased, he strode off after the ball, but found another golfer about to hit it. “Pardon me,” he said, “but that’s my ball.” The other insisted, “This is my ball.” The other golfer persisted, “If you pick up the ball you will see that it has my name on it.” The stranger scooped up the ball, examined it, and haughtily said, “And what is your name doing on my ball?” From the Rotarian Magazine, April, 1994
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