Two men were stuck in the slowest round of golf of their lives.

Ahead of them were two women who seemed determined to explore every possible part of the course except the fairway. They hit into the sand, the water, the trees, the rough, and somehow even places the men didn’t know existed.

After two painful hours, one of the men finally snapped.

“That’s it,” he said. “I’m going to ask them if we can play through.”

He marched down the fairway with confidence, but halfway there, he suddenly stopped. He stared at the women, turned pale, spun around, and walked back.

His friend frowned. “What happened?”

The first man looked embarrassed and whispered, “I can’t go over there. One of those women is my wife… and the other one is my mistress.”

His friend’s eyes widened.

“Oh,” he said. “Yeah, that’s a problem.”

After a moment, the second man sighed. “Fine. I’ll go ask them.”

So he started walking toward the women. But just like his buddy, he stopped halfway, stared at them, then slowly turned around and came back with a sheepish grin.

The first man looked at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

The second man shrugged and said:

“Small world!”