Navigating a sprawling, unfamiliar golf course can completely disorient even the sharpest minds, but for one easily confused golfer, his terrible sense of direction led to the most awkward coincidence of his life.
Lost somewhere in a sea of rolling green hills, the man finally spotted a lone woman playing a few hundred yards ahead. Swallowing his pride, he drove his cart up to her. “I am so sorry to bother you,” he said, sheepishly scratching his head, “but I am completely turned around. Do you happen to know what hole I’m on?”
She smiled politely. “Well, you’ve been trailing me all afternoon. I’m currently on the 7th, which means you are exactly one hole behind me on the 6th.” Grateful, he thanked her and went back to his game.
An hour later, the man’s internal compass failed him yet again. Feeling utterly ridiculous, he approached the same woman on a completely different part of the course. “I swear I’m not stalking you,” he muttered, blushing furiously. “But I’ve managed to get totally lost again.”
She chuckled at his misfortune. “Don’t worry about it. I’m playing the 14th right now, so you’re still one hole behind me on the 13th.”
After finishing his miserable round, the man spotted his savior relaxing at the clubhouse bar. Wanting to show his appreciation, he walked over and offered to buy her a drink. She gladly accepted, and the two struck up a great conversation. Eventually, the topic shifted to their day jobs.
“So, what do you do for a living?” he asked curiously.
The woman hesitated, her cheeks turning slightly pink. “Oh, it’s a bit too embarrassing to say out loud.”
Intrigued, the man kept nudging and pleading until she finally relented. “Okay, fine! I’ll tell you, but only if you absolutely cross your heart and promise not to laugh.”
“I promise,” he said, leaning in.
She whispered, “I’m in product sales… for sanitary napkins.”
The man instantly lost it. He fell off his barstool, howling with laughter as tears streamed down his face.
Furious, the woman snapped, “Hey! You swore you wouldn’t laugh!”
Gasping for air and clutching his stomach, the man looked up from the floor and choked out, “I’m so sorry, I really tried to stop… but I just can’t help it! I’m in sales too, and I sell toilet paper… which means I am still exactly one hole behind you!”
