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The Robot Caddie
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A golfer approached the clerk
behind the counter in the Running Y 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."
The golfer anxiously accepted the man's offer. He approached the first tee,
looked at the fairway and said to himself, "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, the golfer
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 the golfer 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, he 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?"
Sam 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, the same golfer returned to the Running Y. 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 said, "Well, the 18 holes is no
problem. However, we had to get rid of the robots. We had too many
complaints."
Confused, the golfer cried, "COMPLAINTS? Who in the heck could've complained
about those robots? They were incredible!"
The clerk sighed and said, "Well, 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."
The golfer 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
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