John, who lived in the
north of England, decided to go golfing in Scotland with his buddy, Ken.
So they
loaded up John's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours,
they got caught in a terrible blizzard. So they pulled into a nearby farm
and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the
night.
'I realize it's terrible weather out
there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed,' she
explained, 'and I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my
house.'
'Don't worry,' John said. 'We'll be
happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at
first light.'
The lady
agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the
night.
Come morning, the weather had
cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of golf.
But about
nine months later, John got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took
him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from
the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the golf weekend.
He dropped in
on his friend Ken and asked, 'Ken, do you remember that good-looking widow from
the farm we stayed at on our golf holiday in Scotland about 9 months ago?'
'Yes, I do.'
Said Ken.
'Did you, er,
happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a
visit?'
'Well, um, yes!,' Ken said, a little
embarrassed about being found out, 'I have to admit that I did.'
'And did you
happen to give her my name instead of telling her your name?'
Ken's face
turned beet red and he said, 'Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I
did.' 'Why do you ask?'
'She just
died and left me everything.'
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