A group of men lived and died for their Saturday morning round of golf.
One transferred to another city. From then on their games weren't the same
without him.
A new woman joined their Club. She overheard the three blokes talking
about the situation. She said, "You know, I used to play on my golf team
in college and I was pretty good. Would you mind if I joined you next
week?"
The blokes looked at each other. Not one of them wanted to say, 'Yes', but
she had them on the spot. Finally, one man said it would be okay, but they
would be starting early, at 6:30a.m. He figured the early tee-off time
would discourage her. The woman replied that it could present a problem
and asked if she could be up to 15 minutes late. They rolled their eyes,
but said that would be okay. She smiled and said, "Good, I'll be there
either at 6:30 or 6:45."
She showed up at 6:30 sharp and beat all three of them with an eye-opening
2-under par round. They were impressed and congratulated her. She was fun
and a pleasant person, so back at the clubhouse they invited her back the
next week. She smiled, and said, "I'll be there either at 6:30 or 6:45."
The next week she again showed up at 6:30 sharp but this time she played
left-handed. They were incredulous as she still beat them with an even par
round, despite playing with her off-hand.
They couldn't figure her out. She was again very pleasant and didn't seem
to be purposely showing them up. They invited her back again, but each man
harboured a burning desire to beat her. The third week, the blokes had
their game faces on. But this time, she was 15 minutes late, which made
the guys irritable. This week the lady played right-handed, yet narrowly
beat all three of them.
The men mused that her late arrival was attributable to petty gamesmanship
on her part, however, she was so gracious and so complimentary of their
strong play, they couldn't hold a grudge.
Back in the clubhouse, all blokes were shaking their heads. This woman was
a riddle no-one could figure out. They had a couple of beers. Finally one
of the men asked her point blank, "How do you decide if you're going to
golf right-handed or left-handed?"
The lady blushed and grinned. "That's easy," she said, "When my Dad taught
me to play golf, I learned I was ambidextrous. I like to switch back and
forth. When I got married after college, I discovered my husband always
sleeps in the nude. From then on, I developed a silly habit. Right before
I left in the morning for golf practice, I would pull the covers off him.
If his you-know-what was pointing to the right, I played right-handed; if
it was pointed to the left, I played left-handed."
The men thought this was hysterical. Astonished at this bizarre
information, one of them shot back, "But what if it's pointing straight
up?"
She said, "That's when I'll be fifteen minutes late".
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