Golfing in Scotland

Jock and Angus, two craggy Scots, were sitting before the clubhouse fireplace after 18 holes on a raw, blustery day. The ice slowly melted from their beards and collected in puddles under their chairs. Outside, the wind howled off the North Sea, and hail rattled against the windows.

The pair sat in silence over their whiskies. Finally, Jock spoke, "Next Tuesday, same time?"

"Aye," Angus replied, "weather permittin'."

"Aye," Angus replied, "weather permittin'."