An avid golfer is lining up on the 17th tee. All of a sudden, a naked woman comes running out of the woods. She sprints across the green and disappears into the woods on the opposite side. The golfer smiles, shrugs, shifts his feet and bears down on the ball again. In the middle of his backswing, a guy in a white coat runs out of the woods.
"Excuse me," he says. "You didn't perhaps see a naked lady running past here?"
"Yes," says the golfer, pointing into the woods. "She went that-a-way."
The guy in the white coat thanks him and runs off. The golfer gets back to business.
At the height of his swing, he's interrupted again. It's another guy in a white cat. But this one is carrying a big red bucket full of sand.
"Excuse me," says the guy. "You didn't perhaps see a man in a white coat passing this way, running after a naked lady?"
"Yes," says the golfer, "They went that-a-way."
The guy thanks him, and prepares to dash off. But the golfer stops him. "Would you mind telling me what's going on around here?" he asks.
The guy explains. "You see, we work at the sanatorium up there on the hill. Every now and again, this woman manages to escape. All she wants to do is get naked and make love.
"Oh," says the golfer. "Well, what's the bucket of sand for?"
"The bucket of sand? That's my handicap," says the guy in the white coat. "I caught her last time!"
