> 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
> '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
> Preparation H, so I'm still a hole behind you."
'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, What a Ride'