Muscatine

Bill stood over his tee shot on the 350 yard 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 Fred asked, "What in the
world is taking so long?"
"My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony," Jim
explained. "I want to make a perfect shot."
His partner Fred exclaimed. "You don't have a chance in
hell of hitting her from here."