A preacher, a doctor and a mathematician were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers. Irate, they complain about the extensive wait and the ineptitude of the group ahead of them until a groundskeep passes by.
“Say George,” asks the preacher, “What’s with that group ahead of us? They’re rather slow, aren’t they?”
“Oh, yes,” replies the groundskeeper. “That’s a group of blind firefighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime.
The group is silent for a moment.
“That’s so sad,” remarks the preacher. “I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight.”
“That’s a good idea,” agrees the doctor. “And I’m going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there’s anything he can do for them.”
The mathematician considers this further, and then asks, “Why can’t these guys play at night?”