A woman joined a golf club and asked three regular members if she could join their group the following week. Reluctantly, they agreed but set a brutal 6:30 AM tee time to discourage her. She warned them she might be 15 minutes late, but she showed up right on the dot and crushed them all, shooting a brilliant 2-under par playing right-handed.
The next week, she showed up at 6:30 AM sharp again, but played entirely left-handed—and still beat them all with an even-par round. The men were utterly bewildered by her ambidextrous talent.
On the third week, she actually arrived 15 minutes late, played right-handed, and narrowly won yet again.
Thoroughly defeated but charmed, the men bought her a round of beers in the clubhouse and begged for her secret. “How on earth do you decide whether you’re going to play right-handed or left-handed?” one of them asked.
The woman blushed and smiled. “Well, my husband always sleeps completely naked. Every morning before I leave for the golf course, I pull back the covers. If his manhood is pointing to the right, I play right-handed. If it’s pointing to the left, I play left-handed.”
The guys burst out laughing. One of them cheekily asked, “But what if it’s pointing straight up?”
The woman grinned and replied, “Then I’m fifteen minutes late.”
