The nurse noticed a man in golf attire pacing up and down outside the operating room where another golfer, who had a golf ball driven down his throat, was being treated. 

“Is he a relative of yours?” the nurse, stepping outside the room, asked the pacing golfer. 

“No,” replied the man. “It’s my ball!”

One Liner
I wonder how the size of hail was described before the game of golf was invented!