It's a great game, and the two lifelong friends reach the No. 9 tee box with Gary ahead by one stroke. After Lee hits a great drive, right down the middle, Gary steps up and promptly hooks a ball into deep rough and trees.
"C'mon," Gary says to Lee, "help me find my ball. I'll look in this patch of trees, and you look around over there."
They look and look and look, but no ball can be found. The five-minute time limit on searching for lost balls is about to run out. Gary gets desparate. He gives a quick glance over to Lee to see if he is looking, then swiftly reaches into his pocket and drops a new ball into the rough.
"Found my ball!" Gary shouts out triumphantly.
Lee looks at his friend with great disappointment. "After all the years we've been friends," Lee says, "you'd cheat me at golf for a measly five bucks?"
"What do you mean cheat?" Gary asks indignantly. "I found my ball sitting right here!"
Lee lets out a heavy sigh. "And you'd lie to me, too? All for a tiny little sum of money? You'd cheat me and lie to me, for what? For five bucks? I can't believe you'd stoop so low."
"Well what makes you so sure I'm cheating and lying, anyway?" Gary asks.
"Because," Lee replies, "I've been standing on your ball for the last five minutes!"