A priest, a doctor and an engineer were playing golf one day when they started getting very pissed off with the golfers ahead of them - these guys were very slow, hitting the ball the wrong way, and generally holding everything up. The priest, doctor and engineer eventually complained to the club secretary. He said, 'I know it's difficult, but remember when the clubrooms nearly burned down a few months back? Those golfers ahead of you were the fireman who saved the building, but tragically they all lost their sight in the blaze, and that's why their golf is so bad'.
The priest was very remorseful when he heard this. He said, 'OK, I'm going to go to confession tonight and ask for forgiveness for my impatience, and later I'll say a prayer in their honour, hoping their eyesight recovers'.
The doctor said, 'I feel really bad too. I know a great eye doctor, so I'm going to call him and see if he can do anything to help these guys out'.
The engineer said, 'Why can't these bastards just play at night?'