Golfgrín á laugardegi (5/2020)

Hér kemur einn á ensku:

John was getting his annual physical. His doctor asked him about his physical activity level and John described a typical day.

“Well, yesterday afternoon, I took a five-hour walk about seven miles through some pretty rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed my way through some trees and vegetation. I got sand in my shoes, eyes and hair. I avoided standing on a snake. I climbed several rocky hills. I took a few ‘leaks’ behind some big trees.

“The mental stress of it all left me shattered and at the end of it all, I drank eight beers.”

Inspired by the story, the doctor said, “You must be one hell of an outdoorsman!”

“No,” John replied, “I’m just a crappy golfer.”