“I’ve just killed my wife,” cried the hysterical golfer rushing into the clubhouse. “I didn’t see her. She was behind me, you see, and I started my backswing and clipped her right between the eyes. She must have died right that instant.”
“What club were you using?” asked a concerned bystander.
“Oh, my trusty 3-iron,” the distraught man replied.
“Oh, I see,” murmured the other. “That’s the club that always gets me into trouble, too.”