The golf tournament was meant to be a quiet afternoon of friendly competition, but from the moment we arrived, something felt off.
The wives seemed unusually nervous, and I found myself glancing over my shoulder more than once, wondering if the day would go as planned.
First up, the Swede’s wife stepped to the tee and bent down to place her ball. A gust of wind lifted her skirt—revealing she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Good heavens! Why aren’t you wearing any?” Ole exclaimed.
“Well,” she replied, “you don’t give me enough money for housekeeping to buy any.”
Without missing a beat, Ole reached into his pocket. “For decency’s sake, here’s 50. Go get yourself some underwear!”
Next, the Irishman’s wife went to set her ball. A similar gust lifted her skirt, exposing her lack of undergarments.
“Mary’s blessings! Why aren’t you wearing any?” Patrick asked.
“I can’t afford any on the money you give me,” she answered. Patrick reached into his pocket. “For decency’s sake, here’s 20. Go buy yourself some underwear!”
Finally, the Scotsman’s wife bent over to place her ball. The wind whipped her skirt upward—she too was without underwear.
“By the mother of Jaysus! Where are your drawers?” he exclaimed.
“I dinna get enough money to afford any,” she replied.
The Scotsman scratched his head and said, “Well, for the love of decency… here’s a comb. Tidy yourself up a bit.”
Conclusion
What started as a simple game of golf turned into a comedy of errors none of them would ever forget. Sometimes, even ordinary days become memorable thanks to a little unexpected chaos—and a lot of wind.