He left home around 8:30 to play golf with his friends. On the way out
the door, he answered his wife's "What time will you be home?"
question with "Probably around 1:30 - I'll have lunch at the club."

1:30 came and went, 3:00 passed, 6:15, still not home, finally at about 7:00
PM he rolls in the driveway, leaves his clubs in the garage, and presents
his wife with a pizza, and begins the apologetic story.

We finished our game about 11:30, had lunch, and I started home, when
alongside the road I saw this attractive girl with a flat tire on her car.
I stopped to help, got the tire changed, and looked around for a place to
wash my hands. She offered money, but I refused, so she suggested that I at
least allow her to buy me a beer. She said there's a tavern just up the
road, and they have a restroom, you can clean up a bit. I agreed to stop,
we had a beer, then another beer, then a couple more, and I realized that
this girl was not only pretty, she was very friendly, and a good companion
to spend time with. Before I knew it, we were in the motel next door having
sex. And that is why I am so late getting home.

His wife looked him right in the eye and said "Don't BS me -- you
played 36 holes, didn't you?"