Change my grip

Jack was first up in his foursome. Eyeing the ball, he swung his club and hooked his shot over the fence and down a road where the ball crashed through the windshield of an oncoming car.

The startled driver lost control of his vehicle, and it spun into a parking lot and bounced off three cars.

Jack raced over to the crash scene and was relieved to find that no one was hurt. Almost immediately, a policeman arrived and approached Jack, who was standing next to the
crashed car, eyeing his ball.

“Just what are you going to do
about this?” demanded the policeman.

Jack looked up and said, “Well, the first thing I’m going to do is change my grip.”