Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her sliced shot headed directly toward foursome of men playing the adjacent fairway.
The ball squarely hit one of the men. Crouching, he immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.
The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please allow me to help. I’m a physical therapist and I’m sure I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me,” she told him.
‘Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,’ the man replied.
He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin.
At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help.
She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside.
She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, “Now how does that feel”?
Feels great, he replied, but I still think my thumb’s broken!