To celebrate their 50th anniversary, a husband booked a round of golf for his wife and himself at the famous Hidden Cypress course at Hilton Head.
On the third tee, the husband hesitated in teeing off and turned slowly to his wife and said, contritely, “Darling, I have to confess something. Twenty years ago I had a brief affair. It meant nothing, but I’ve been wracked with guilt ever since. I hope you can forgive me.”
His wife was hurt, but said, “Dearest, those days are long gone. What we have now is far more valuable. I forgive you.”
They embraced and kissed.
On the seventeenth tee, the husband was starting his back swing when the wife blurted out, “I’m sorry darling, and I’ve been so conscience-stricken since you told me, but, since we’re being honest with each other, I have something to tell you also. Fifty-two years ago I had a sex change operation; I was a man before I met you. I — I hope you can forgive me.”
The husband had frozen at the top of his back swing — and now he threw a fit!
He slammed the driver into the ground, kicked the ball into the woods, stormed off the tee, pushed the golf cart over on its side, broke the rest of his clubs one by one, then started on her.
He screamed and ranted, “You liar! You cheat! You despicable deceiver! How could you?! I trusted you, trusted you with all my heart and soul …
… and all these years you’ve been playing from the ladies tees!”
(via my folks)