GOLF.

[Keith Dean]

Three golfers, Tom, Dick and Harry, are
looking for someone to make up a
foursome. Tom mentions that his friend
Bob is a pretty good golfer so they decide
to invite him along the following weekend.
"Thanks, guys, I'd love to play," says
Bob, "but I might be about ten minutes
late, so wait for me."
The weekend rolls around. Tom, Dick
and Harry arrive at the first tee promptly
at 9 a.m. and find Bob waiting for them. He
plays right-handed and beats them all.
Quite pleased with their new golf partner,
they ask him if he'd like to play again the
following weekend.
"Sounds good to me," says Bob. "But
wait for me because I might be ten minutes
late."
The following weekend all four golfers
show up on time, but this time Bob plays
but this time Bob plays left-handed and
still beats them all easily.
As they are getting ready to leave, Bob
says: "See you next weekend, but I might
be about ten minutes late, so wait for me."
This goes on for several weeks and Bob
always turns up on time and plays out of
his skin – right-handed, left-handed, it
doesn't seem to bother him. Every week, he
leaves his golfing friends with the same
message.
After a couple of months, the other
three are fairly irritated by this routine, so
Dick says, "Hang on a minute, Bob. Every
week you give us the same old number two. You
say you might be about ten minutes late,
but you never are. And what's with this
left-handed, right-handed number two?"
"Well," says Bob, "I'm very superstitious.
When I get up in the morning, I look at my
wife. If she's sleeping on her left side, I
play left-handed. If she's sleeping on her
right side, I play right-handed."
"So what do you do if she's sleeping on
her back?" Dick asks.
"Then I'm about ten minutes late," says
Bob.