Ahead of them is a group playing so slowly and inexpertly that in frustration the three ask the greenkeeper for an explanation.
"That's a group of blind firefighters," they are told. "They lost their sight saving our clubhouse last year, so we let them play for free."
The priest says, "I will say a prayer for them tonight."
The doctor says, "Let me ask my ophthalmologist if anything can be done for them."
The engineer says, "Why can't they play at night?"
From a story in the 5/4/15 New Yorker (partially about exploding Pintos of the '70s -- my first car!). I think the engineer is 100% right! Well, not 100% RIGHT, but that thought process would be MY thought process, in that case, at least. Everybody always makes me feel like I'm so "mean," but if you look at it another way, I'm just...LOGICAL! :)