A Member stood over his approach on the 18th hole for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing. Finally his exasperated partner asked, ‘What the heck is taking so long?' 'My wife is watching me from the gallery at the clubhouse,' the Member explained. 'and I want to make a perfect shot.' His companion was not encouraging and said, 'You don't have a chance of hitting her from here.'