>>A man, while playing on the front nine of a complicated golf
>>course, became confused as to where he was on the course.
>>Looking around, he saw a lady playing ahead of him.
>>He walked up to her, explained his confusion
>>and asked her if she knew what hole he was playing.
>>
>>"I’m on the 7th hole," she replied, "and you are a hole behind me.
>>So you must be on the 6th hole."
>>
>>He thanked her and went back to his golf ball.
>>
>>On the back nine, the same thing happened and he approached her
>>again with the same request.
>>
>>"I’m on number 14, and you’re still a hole behind, so you must be
>>on the 13th hole."
>>
>>Once again he thanked her and returned to his play.
>>
>>He finished his round and went to the clubhouse where he saw the
>>same lady sitting at the end of the bar.
>>He asked the bartender if he knew the lady.
>>
>>The bartender said that she was a sales lady and played the course
>>often.
>>
>>He approached her and said, "Let me buy you a drink in appreciation
>>for your help.
>>I understand that you’re in the sales profession.
>>I’m in sales also.
>>What do you sell?"
>>
>>"I’ll tell you, but you’re going to laugh," she replied.
>>
>>"No, I won’t."
>>
>>"Well, if you must know," she answered, "I work for Tampax."
>>
>>With that, he laughed so hard he almost fell off the bar stool.
>>
>>"See," she said. "I knew you’d laugh!"
>>
>>"That’s not what I’m laughing at," he replied, "I’m a salesman for
>>Preparation H, so I’m still a hole behind you."




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