A young man was lost.  He approached a tall, dark stranger who was dressed in black.  The stranger had a long, twisted moustache and a thin, wispy beard.  “Pardon me,” said the young man.  “Could you tell  me how to get to Hole St?”

“That’s easy,” said the stranger.  “Just go down.”

“Go down?” asked the puzzled young man.

“Yes, go straight down.  There you will find Hole St.”

“That’s ridiculous.  I can go straight ahead.  I can go to the left,

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and I can go to the right.  But I cannot go down.”

“Ah,” remarked the stranger.  “It’s easy.”

The young man noticed that the stranger had a bag of golf clubs around his shoulder.  “Are you planning to play golf?” asked the young man.

“Indeed I am,” responded the stranger.  “Now, if you go straight down, you will find Hole Street.”

“By the way,” said the young man.  “My name is Hal.  What is your name?”

The stranger stroked his moustache and said, “I am the Devil  You are standing on Hole St.  Good day sir.”

The ground immediately opened up.  Hal was swallowed up by the Hole.  He was going straight to Hell Avenue.

The Devil chuckled, “Well it looks like I’ve got my first Hole in One for the day. Ha, ha, ha, ha.”