A group of guys lived and died for theirSaturday morning round of golf. One transferred to another city. Itwasn't the same without him.
A new woman joined their Club. Sheoverheard the guys talking about their golf round. She said, "Youknow, I used to play on my golf team in college and I was pretty good. Wouldyou mind if I joined you next week?"
The three guys 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 - at6:30 a.m.
He figured the early tee-time would discourage her. The woman said thismay be a problem, and asked if she could be up to 15 minutes late. Theyrolled their eyes, but said okay. She smiled and said, "Good, I'llbe there at 6:30 or 6:45."
She showed up at 6:30 sharp, and beat all three of them with an eye-opening2-under par round. She was fun and a pleasant person, and the guys wereimpressed. Back at the clubhouse, they congratulated her and invited herback the next week. She smiled, and said, "I'll be there at 6:30 or6:45."
The next week she again showed up at 6:30sharp. Only this time, she played left-handed. The three guys wereincredulous as she still beat them with an even par round, despite playing withher off-hand. They were totally amazed.
They couldn't figure her out. She was again very pleasant and didn't seemto be purposely showing them up. They invited her back again, but eachman harboured a burning desire to beat her.
The third week, the guys had their game faceson. But this time, she was 15 minutes late, which made the guysirritable. This week the lady played right-handed, and narrowly beat allthree of them.
The men mused that her late arrival was due 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 three guys were shaking their heads. Thiswoman was a riddle no one could figure out. They had a couple of beers,and finally, one of the men asked her point blank, "How do you decide ifyou'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. Ilike to switch back and forth. When I got married after college, I discoveredmy husband always sleeps in the nude. From then on, I developed a sillyhabit. Right before I left in the morning for golf practice, I would pullthe covers off him. If his you-know-what was pointing to the right, Igolfed right-handed; if it was pointed to the left, I golfed left-handed."
The guys on the team thought this was hysterical. Astonished at thisbizarre information, one of the guys shot back, "But what if it's pointingstraight up?"
She said, "Then, I'm fifteen minutes late."