Mr. Divot

Mr. Divot was one of the crabbiest old men we had at the country club, and he always picked me as his caddie. I knew nothing about him except he was rich and was a prick.

We were on the 18th green one day, right by the highway, and Mr. Divot saw a funeral procession passing. He stopped, took off his hat, and bowed his head. Afterward he resumed his game.

"That's a very kind gesture, Mr. Divot," I said.

"Well, it's the least I could do," he responded. "After all, I was married to her the past forty years!"