The $2000 Golf Lesson

Arthur was a successful executive who had everything in life except a decent golf game. His slice was so violent it was a hazard to neighboring zip codes. Desperate, he hired the most expensive pro at the club for a private lesson. After watching Arthur swing once, the pro sighed, sat down on a bench, and rubbed his temples.

"Okay," the pro said. "I want you to imagine you are standing on the edge of a beautiful, crystal-clear lake. You have your favorite driver in your hand. I want you to take a deep breath, feel the breeze, and then I want you to throw the club as far as you possibly can into the water."

Arthur was stunned. "Throw the club? I paid you two thousand dollars for an elite lesson, and you want me to throw my equipment away?"

The pro nodded solemnly. "Yes. It’s the only way you'll ever enjoy a Saturday afternoon again."

Arthur thought about it for a second, looked at his expensive bag, and then looked at the woods where his ball usually ended up. "Is there any other way?"

"Well," the pro replied, "you could always try taking up chess. At least in chess, when you lose a knight, it doesn't end up in someone's windshield."