Golfgrín á laugardegi 2017 (6)

Einn frekar nastý, sem ekki verður þýddur hér:

Steve, Bob and Jeff are out golfing on a cloudy day, when it starts raining furiously. Suddenly, Steve is struck by lightning and is killed instantaneously. After the ambulance leaves with Steve’s body, Bob and Jeff realize they’ll have to inform his wife.
Bob says he’s good at this sort of sensitive stuff, so he volunteers to do the job.
After two hours he returns, carrying a six-pack of beer.
„So, did you tell her?“ asks Jeff. „Yep“, replies Bob.
„Say, where did you get the six pack?“
Bob informs Jeff, „She gave it to me.“
„WHAT??“ exclaims Jeff, „You just told her that her husband died and she gave you a six pack?“
„Sure,“ Bob says. „WHY?“ asks Jeff.
„Well,“ Bob continues, „when she answered the door, I asked her, ‘Are you Steve’s widow?’
„‘Widow?’ she said, ‘No, no, you’re mistaken, I’m not a widow!’
„So I said: „I’ll bet you a six pack you ARE!'“