Gotta be a better shot...
Bob stood over his tee shot on the long 18th 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 you so long?"
"My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse balcony," Bob explained, "I want to make a perfect shot."
"For God's sakes," his companion exclaimed. "You don't have a snowball's chance in hell of hitting her from here.