A man goes to a public golf course.
>
> He approaches the man behind the counter in the pro
> shop and says, "I would like 18 holes of golf and a
> caddie."
>
> The man behind the counter says, "The 18 holes of
> golf is no problem, but all of the caddies are out
> on the course. What I will do for you is this: We
> just received 8 brand new robot golf caddies. If
> you're willing to take one with you out on the
> course and come back and tell me how well it works,
> your round of golf is on me today."
>
> The golfer obviously accepted the man's offer.
>
> He approached the first tee, looked at the fairway
> and said to himself, "I think my driver will do the
> job."
>
> The robot caddie turned to the man and said, "No
> sir. Use your 3 wood. A driver is far too much club
> for this hole."
>
> Hesitantly, the golfer pulled out his 3 wood, made
> good contact with the ball, and the ball landed
> about 10 feet to the right front of the hole on the
> green.
>
> The golfer, delighted, turned to the robot and
> thanked him for his assistance.
>
> As the golfer pulled out his putter he said, "I
> think this green is gonna break left to right."
>
> The robot then again spoke up and said, "No sir.
I do believe this green will break right to left"
>
> Thinking about the last time the robot corrected his
> prediction, he decided again to listen to the
> machine.
>
> He made his putt and birdied the hole thanks to the
> robot and his advice.
>
> But his luck didn't end there. His entire game was
> the best game he ever played, thanks to the
> assistance of the new robot golf caddie.
>
> Upon returning to the clubhouse, the man behind the
> counter asked, "How was your game ?" The golfer<BR>> stated, "It was,
> by far, the BEST game I ever
> played. Thank you very much for letting me take one
> of your robots.
>
> See you next week.
>
> A week passed, and excited, the golfer returned to
> the pro shop.
>
> Upon entering, he turned to the man behind the
> counter and said, "I would like 18 holes of golf and
> one of those robot golf caddies, please."
>
> The gentleman from behind the counter turned to the
> man and said, "Well the 18 holes is no problem.
> However, we had to get rid of the robots. We had too
> many complaints."
>
> Confused, the golfer cried, "COMPLAINTS? Who in the
> heck could've complained about those robots? They
> were incredible"
>
> The man sighed and said, "Well, it wasn't their
> performance.
>
> It was that they were made of shiny silver metal,
> and the sun reflecting off them was blinding to
> other golfers on the fair way. "
>
> The golfer said, "So then why didn't you just paint
> them black?" The man nodded sadly and replied, "We did.
> Then four of 'em didn't show up for work, two filed for
> welfare, one of them robbed the pro shop, and the
> other is running for President."
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