An elderly woman joined a country club and overheard several men talking about their golf game.
Woman:
“I played on my college golf team and was pretty good. Would you mind if I joined you next week?”
The men didn’t really want to say yes, but they felt awkward refusing.
Finally, one of them said:
Man:
“Sure, but we tee off at 6:30 a.m.”
He figured the early start would discourage her.
Woman:
“That might be difficult. Could I be up to 15 minutes late?”
The men rolled their eyes but agreed.
The following week, the woman arrived at exactly 6:30 and beat all three men with an impressive two-under-par round.
She was friendly, cheerful, and gracious, so the men congratulated her and invited her back.
Woman:
“I’ll be here at 6:30—or 6:45.”
The next week, she arrived at 6:30 sharp.
But this time, she played left-handed.
The three men couldn’t believe it. Even playing with her less-familiar hand, she beat them with an even-par round.
They were completely amazed.
The following week, she arrived 15 minutes late. This time, she played right-handed and narrowly beat all three men again.
Afterward, the men sat in the clubhouse having a few drinks.
Finally, one of them couldn’t stand the mystery anymore.
Man:
“How do you decide whether you’re going to play right-handed or left-handed?”
The woman blushed and smiled.
Woman:
“When my father taught me golf, I discovered I was ambidextrous. I enjoy switching between hands.”
She paused before continuing.
Woman:
“After I got married, I discovered my husband had a funny sleeping habit. So every morning before I leave for golf, I pull back the covers to check which way he’s facing. If he points to the right, I play right-handed. If he points to the left, I play left-handed.”
The men burst out laughing.
One of them asked:
Man:
“What happens if he’s pointing straight up?”
The woman smiled.
Woman:
“Then I’m fifteen minutes late.”