Pardon Me, Sir Have You Seen My T-bag

I was golfing two weeks ago in beautiful Southern California. We were standing by our carts waiting to tee off. No lie, a man walks up and asks us if we have seen his t-bag. I could barely contain my laughter. We all looked at each other to assess how funny the situation was. Then my outspoken friend told him it was on his nose. At first, I wanted to be respectful; I was raised better, but my humor got the best of me and my friends shared in my dilemma as we laughed loudly. The man, now realizing the alternative meaning to his question, and playing it back in his head as he looked slightly upward, was completely embarrassed, but laughing at himself.