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.

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 lost his balance and 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.’

I have heard of all the horror stories of mother in laws but never thought I would be involved with one.
My boyfriend and I are going to be getting married and recently bought a home together. Since we moved in my boyfriend’s mother calls sometimes 20-50 times every day including weekends. My boyfriend and I are both 29, pay our own bills, etc. His Mom will often call at six am to ask him to run errands for her or she will call when we are in the middle of dinner. If my boyfriend tells his Mom we are eating dinner she gets mad and hangs up on him. His Mom is 54 and expects her son to drop everything to go pick up furniture for her, clean her yard, or look at her granite. My boyfriend complains about it but doesn’t say much to her. When we do go over to her house I will bring over something to eat for her, or flowers, a cake with her name on it for her Birthday and she ignores me. His Mom doesn’t even say so much as hello to me and I have been nothing but nice to her. When ever I do speak she rolls her eyes at me. One time we were in a store picking up a tv armoire for his Mom and it was scratched so I told his Mom I would talk to the sales lady to see if they could reduce the price. His Mom said " boy, those blonde roots of yours are sure showin" Evidently there was a small sticker that said price reduced that I didn’t see. When she comes over to our house I will cook dinner and she criticizes that the floors aren’t shiny enough and that I had my boyfriend’s dog groomed so that there wouldn’t be hair in the kitchen and food. His Mom keeps saying poor dog as if I’m abusing the dog for having it bathed. His Mom lets her dogs eat at the dinner table and I guess she thinks I’m too clean and constantly makes comments about it. His Mom never says anything nice to me or about me and puts down everything in our house . New pieces of furniture we bought that most people have complimented his Mom has made fun of and tried to rearrange our furniture. On top of this my boyfriend’s Mom will drop her dogs off at our house and one of them is not potty trained and peed all over our hardwood floors. His Mom never asks him or me to watch her dog she just says I’m bringing the dogs over. His Mom even said " your cousins are coming in to town and will be staying with you because I don’t have room" His Mom has a three bedroom house and she is single and we have a two bedroom house with only one bed. Then on a serious note his Mom is an alcoholic and use to have her son pick her up from the bars because she was too drunk to drive. His Mom’s friend’s go out and get so plastered they puke in the car. I am concerned because my boyfriend just was diagnosed with diabetes and I have read alcohol is bad for that condition. Whenever he goes over to his Mom’s she pushes drinks on him even after he has told her he has diabetes. My boyfriend doesn’t have a backbone and will drink.
My question is his Mom lives 10 minutes from us ( too close) and wants to see him everyday. I don’t feel like it’s my place to say anything to her since it’s his Mom. I know some Mom’s may feel like their son is being taken away so I suggested he have dinner with his Mom once a week just the two of them so she doesn’t feel threatened. I also thought I could invite her over once a month. She just is so nasty to me. Is this too much or should I just see her when I have to? I don’t want to add to the problems by avoiding her.

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.
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."

> 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.
>
> 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 lost his balance and 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.’

>>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."
>

>>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."

Here’s one just for laughs….rate please

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.

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."

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 nearly 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."

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.

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", he replied.

‘Well, if you must know,’ she answered, ‘I work for Tampax.

With that, he laughed so hard he lost his balance and 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."