Bob approached the clerk behind the counter in the pro shop and said, "I
would like 18 holes of golf and a caddie."
The clerk behind the counter says, "The 18 holes of golf is no problem,
but all of the caddies are out on the course. What I will do for you is
this. We just got 8 brand new robot golf caddies. If you're willing to
take one with you out on the course and if you will come back and tell
me how well it works, your round of golf is on me today."
Bob anxiously accepted the man's offer. He approached the first tee,
looked at the fairway and said, "I think my driver will do the job."
The robot caddie turned to the man and said, "No sir. Use your #3 wood.
A driver is far too much club for this hole."
Hesitantly, Bob pulled out his 3 wood, made good contact with the ball,
and the ball landed about 10 feet to the right front of the hole on the
green. Delighted, turned to the robot and thanked him for his
assistance. As Bob pulled out his putter, he said, "I think this green
is gonna break left to right."
The robot then again spoke up and said, "No sir. I do believe this green
will break right to left."
Thinking about the last time the robot corrected his prediction, Bob
decided again to listen to the machine. He made his putt and birdied the
hole thanks to the robot and his advice. But his luck didn't end there.
His entire game was the best game he ever played, thanks to the
assistance of the new robot golf caddie.
Upon returning to the clubhouse, the clerk behind the counter asked,
"How was your game?"
Bob excitedly stated, "It was, by far, the BEST game I ever played.
Thank you very much for letting me take one of your robots. See you next
week."
A week passed, and excited, Bob returned to the pro shop. Upon entering
the pro shop he turned to the man behind the counter and said, "I would
like 18 holes of golf and one of those robot golf caddies, please."
The gentleman from behind the counter turned to Bob and said, "Well, the
18 holes is no problem. However, we had to get rid of the robots. We had
too many complaints."
Confused, Bob cried, "COMPLAINTS? Who the hell could've complained about
those robots? They were incredible!"
The clerk sighed and said, "Well, Bob it wasn't their performance. It
was that they were shiny silver metal, and the glare from the machine
was blinding to other golfers on the fairway."
Bob said, "So then why didn't you just paint them black?"
The clerk nodded sadly and replied, "We did. And then four of 'em didn't
show up for work, two filed for welfare, and the other two robbed the
pro shop."
