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I am not a golfer...

...nor do I play one on TV. But I find the following joke (told in V29's inimitable style) downright chucklesome:

Four lawyers in a law firm lived for their Saturday morning round of golf. It was their favorite moment of the week. Then one of the lawyers was transferred to an office in another city.

It wasn't quite the same without him. Then, a new lawyer joined their law firm. A woman.

One day she overheard the remaining three talking about their golf round at the coffee table. Curious, she spoke up, "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 three lawyers looked at each other. They were hesitant. Not one of them wanted to say “Yes,” but she had them on the spot. Finally, one of them said it would be okay, but they would be starting pretty early, at 6:30 am.

He figured the early tee-time would discourage her immediately. The woman said this might be a problem, and asked if she could possibly be up to 15 minutes late. They rolled their eyes, but said this would be okay.

She smiled, and said, "Good, then I'll be there either at 6:30 or 6:45." She showed up at 6:30 on the dot and wound up beating all three of them with an eye-opening 2-under par round. She was a fun and pleasant person the entire round. The guys were impressed! Back in the clubhouse, they congratulated her and happily invited her to play again the following week.

She smiled, and said, "Sure, I'll be here at 6:30 or 6:45." The next week, she showed up at 6:30, but she played left-handed. The three lawyers were incredulous as she still managed to beat them with an even par round, despite playing with her off-hand. By now the guys were totally amazed, but wondered if she was just trying to make them look bad by beating them left- handed. They couldn't figure her out. She was again very pleasant and didn't seem to be purposely showing them up, but each man began to harbor a burning desire to beat her!

In the third week, they all had their game faces on -- but she was 15 minutes late! This had the guys irritable because each was determined to play the best round of golf of his life. As they waited for her, they figured her late arrival was some petty gamesmanship on her part. Finally, she showed up. This week, she played right-handed and narrowly beat all three of them. However, she was so gracious and so complimentary of their strong play, it was hard to hold a grudge against her. This woman was a riddle no one could figure out!

Back in the clubhouse, she had all three guys shaking their heads at her ability. They had a couple of beers at the 19th hole, which helped the conversation loosen up. Finally, one of the men could contain his curiosity any longer. He asked her point blank, "How do you decide if you're going to golf right-handed or left-handed?"

The lady blushed, and grinned. She said, "That's easy. When my Dad taught me to play golf, I learned I was ambidextrous. I have always had fun switching back and forth. Then, when I met my husband in college and got married, I discovered he 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 thingie was pointing to the right, I golfed right-handed; if it was pointed to the left, I golfed left-handed.

All the guys on the team thought this was hysterical." Astonished at this bizarre information, one of the guys shot back, "But what if it's pointed straight up in the air?"

She said, "Then, I'm fifteen minutes late.

The premise is kinda far-fetched, though.

Not that the notion of a good-looking, ambidexterous, female lawyer with a dynamite personality who plays pro-grade golf is all that odd -- but a *punctual* female??? C'mon...

Heh. If I'd posted that during the week, the SB Brigade would'a shredded me...

24 Comments

Oh, I'm thinking yer gonna get smacked anyway...
 
Yeah, but between shopping, kids, shopping, hairdressers' appointments and shopping, they generally can't coordinate massed fires on the weekends. I can dodge the occasional Battery One, but a DivArty TOT is a horse of a different color...
 
Wait till they discover the joy of "Whisky Fire Mission". CHeers
 
All positivity aside, I think I'm still going to clear the area of Bill's afterthought until some time after the Saturday morning catch-up reading is done. No offense, but I find women have a remarkably good ability to inflict collateral damage with their barrages.
 
oh Billlllllllll! Come out and plaaaaaaay! Don't shop. Get a haircut four times a year whether I need it or not. No kids. I do like to shoot, though. I wonder how much I could get these days for 500 vintage Peugeot bicycles ....
 
*loading hubert side-hoppers with 50 bushels of lima beans*
 
That'll keep the Mad Scientist well away... better'n garlic for lycanthropes and other Evil creatures bent on world domination.
 
Lessee, now -- gonna need a few diversionary measures for the others... *scattering 40 reams of sudokus with only a single digit in each box* *deploying trotline baited with dark chocolate disks* *leaning boxed set of inflatable sailors against sofa* *dangling mint edition of 1956 betty crocker cookbook from chandelier* *fluffing 20-pounds of turkish towels and loading hot tub with bath-oil beads*
 
More effective than fougasse and without the stink, too. This is warfare as envisioned by Greenpeace.
 
This is warfare as envisioned by Greenpeace. Or Unileverwith a Contract Tactical Advisor from Mrs Whitakers
 
Indirect tactics, efficiently applied, are inexhaustible as Heaven and Earth... ---Sun Tzu *sprinkling fresh tarragon into saucepan for omelet au fines herbes*
 
Aww, SugarButtons paid attention! See ladies, I told you he could be trained! He just has to be suitably motivated. Now where did I put my lima-bean deflecting hoplite shield and trained helicopter-attacking water buffalo?
 
*ladling bucket of lima beans au gratin into bag of purina carabao chow* Ever ruminate about what might happen about three hours after a ruminant munches mashed legumes? Got a feeling that hoplite shield isn't HEPA 4 gas-impermeable... T-chk, t-chk, t-chk! Heeeere, buff-buff-buff...
 
Damn, Bill - I had no idea you were a fluffer!
 
Ummmm -- would that be a reference to my culinary skills, my uncanny ability to get quadrupeds to munch whatever I decide to feed them or my occasional indulgence in peanut butter cookies?
 
[googlegoogle] Oh my. And here I was thinking a fluffer was the guy who used ginger in creative and impolite ways to make a tired old horse seem lively for better sale. Nice try Bill, but the water buffalo hates lima beans even more than I do and can detect them in a five mile radius. Evasive maneuvers recommended at this time. As far as the effluvium, I once worked with an East German who apparently bathed only once a month. Nice guy, but you could almost see the cloud. BO that would stun a goat ...
 
(google-google) ? ! HAW!! Been in a couple or three commercials and did a handful of Tech Advisor stuff, but the closest I ever got to doing pr0n was a non-speaking role as the Evil Helicopter Pilot in a made-for-Saturday-morning-TV dog called SuperKids. I got killed five minutes before the final commercial. Served me right, too... BCR - That's why I mashed them and smothered them in a cheese sauce -- Buff thought he was chowing down on creamed parsnips. And believe me, three crepitatious carabao could clear an LZ faster than an Arc Light...
 
*views Bills counter measures and shakes head* You forgot hell from the sky and psyop measures *flies over head on were-kitty's chandalier - blasting Cheryl Crow from the speakers and electronically blocking all sports channels from the castle TV as we beam in "Beaches" to play 24/7.....watches Bill go careening about the castle simultaneously trying to cover his eyes and ears* Now you will know the wonder of our ways. *evil laugh*
 
*grin* kat, darlin', that's the most rambunctious you've been since you tried to ride your scoot with those cactus spines in your -- uhhhhh -- saddlebags...
 
Well, Bill, seems the ladies gave a pass on your lapse into male chauvinism. I consider it most courageous of you to post that joke under your own name. You shoulda given John credit, sat back and watched the resulting chaos.
 
mmmmm hmmmmm.... So, SB was a fluffer, eh? Mebbe we should start calling you SweetCheeks instead.
 
Beth gets the "Line of the Thread" award. I prefer to inflate my own sailors, thank you. That joke was depressing.......15 minutes? 15 minuts? That's it?
 
That joke was depressing.......15 minutes? 15 minuts? That's it? I was having similar thoughts, Maggie. :)
 
That joke was depressing.......15 minutes? 15 minuts? That's it? Well, I *said* the premise was pretty far-fetched... I consider it most courageous of you to post that joke under your own name. Right. Like, you're e-mailing golf jokes to John...