Near the end of a busy afternoon, a senior caddie at an exclusive golf club was making his appointed rounds—double-checking that everything was in its proper place—when he entered the clubhouse locker room. Much to his shock, he saw an obviously completely exhausted man spread-eagled on the floor.
A moment later, he recognized the man as a fairly new member of the club. At first he feared the man may have fallen and hit his head, but after touching him gently, the man leaped to his feet, a terrified look in his eye.
“Are you all right?” asked the caddie. “You gave me a start, finding you lying there like that.”
“Yes … sorry, really … yes … I’m okay,” answered the man.
“Are you sure? You look completely drained. If you don’t mind me asking, how many rounds of golf did you play today? Never saw a man so tired as to pass out on the floor!”
Hesitating a bit, the member replied, “Well, truthfully, I haven’t been out to play yet.”
Squinting his eyes, trying to fathom what the man had said, the caddie asked, “I’m not sure I understand, then. You look as if you’d played seventy-two holes.”
The man’s face turned slightly red, obviously embarrassed over something, and then he answered, barely above a whisper, “I guess I was so worried about making a good impression—what with being new here and all—that while I was getting dressed to play, I had so many fearful thoughts about my swing, I must have worn myself out!”