To Tell the Truth
Topic : -We were approaching the fourth hole on the golf course one afternoon. Suddenly the sky turned ominous, and it began to rain amid claps of thunder. We rushed to shelter in a gazebo near a metal fence. As the storm grew in intensity, a bolt of lightning hit the long, link fence and lit it up like a neon sign. It was a while before any of us could speak. Then one player turned to his opponent and said, “You know that five I had on the first hole—it really was a seven.”
