A group of Wick men lived and died for their Saturday morning round of golf.
One day one of them transferred to another job in London. From then on their games weren't the same without him.
Maggie joined their Club.
She overheard the three blokes talking about the situation.
She said, "You know, I used to play on my golf team in college and I was pretty good. Would you mind if I joined you next week?"
The blokes looked at each other. Not one of them wanted to say, 'Yes', but she had them on the spot.
Finally, one man said it would be okay, but they would be starting early, at 6:30a.m. He figured the early tee-off time would discourage her. The woman replied that it could present a problem and asked if she could be up to 15 minutes late.
They rolled their eyes, but said that would be okay. She smiled and said, "Good, I'll be there either at 6:30 or 6:45."
She showed up at 6:30 sharp and beat all three of them with an eye-opening 2-under par round. They were impressed and congratulated her. She was fun and a pleasant person, so back at the clubhouse they invited her back the next week. She smiled, and said, "I'll be there either at 6:30 or 6:45."
The next week she again showed up at 6:30 sharp but this time she played left-handed. They were incredulous as she still beat them with an even par round, despite playing with her off-hand.
They couldn't figure her out. She was again very pleasant and didn't seem to be purposely showing them up.
They invited her back again, but each man harboured a burning desire to beat her.
The third week, the blokes had their game faces on. But this time, she was 15 minutes late, which made the guys irritable.
This week the lady played right-handed, yet narrowly beat all three of them.
The men mused that her late arrival was attributable to petty gamesmanship on her part, however, she was so gracious and so complimentary of their strong play, they couldn't hold a grudge.
Back in the clubhouse, all blokes were shaking their heads.
This woman was a riddle no-one could figure out. They had a couple of beers. Finally one of the men asked her point blank, "How do you decide if you're going to golf right-handed or left-handed?"
Maggie blushed and grinned. "That's easy," she said, "When my Dad taught me to play golf, I learned I was ambidextrous.
I like to switch back and forth. When I got married after college, I discovered my husband always sleeps in the nude.
From then on, I developed a silly habit. Right before I left in the morning for golf practice, I would pull the covers off him.
If his tadger was pointing to the right, I golfed right-handed; if it was pointed to the left, I golfed left-handed."
The men thought this was hysterical. Astonished at this bizarre information, one of them shot back, "But what if it's pointing straight up?"
She said, "That's when I'll be fifteen minutes late."
A group of Wick men lived and died for their Saturday morning round of golf.
One day one of them transferred to another job in London. From then on their games weren't the same without him.
Maggie joined their Club.
She overheard the three blokes talking about the situation.
She said, "You know, I used to play on my golf team in college and I was pretty good. Would you mind if I joined you next week?"
The blokes looked at each other. Not one of them wanted to say, 'Yes', but she had them on the spot.
Finally, one man said it would be okay, but they would be starting early, at 6:30a.m. He figured the early tee-off time would discourage her. The woman replied that it could present a problem and asked if she could be up to 15 minutes late.
They rolled their eyes, but said that would be okay. She smiled and said, "Good, I'll be there either at 6:30 or 6:45."
She showed up at 6:30 sharp and beat all three of them with an eye-opening 2-under par round. They were impressed and congratulated her. She was fun and a pleasant person, so back at the clubhouse they invited her back the next week. She smiled, and said, "I'll be there either at 6:30 or 6:45."
The next week she again showed up at 6:30 sharp but this time she played left-handed. They were incredulous as she still beat them with an even par round, despite playing with her off-hand.
They couldn't figure her out. She was again very pleasant and didn't seem to be purposely showing them up.
They invited her back again, but each man harboured a burning desire to beat her.
The third week, the blokes had their game faces on. But this time, she was 15 minutes late, which made the guys irritable.
This week the lady played right-handed, yet narrowly beat all three of them.
The men mused that her late arrival was attributable to petty gamesmanship on her part, however, she was so gracious and so complimentary of their strong play, they couldn't hold a grudge.
Back in the clubhouse, all blokes were shaking their heads.
This woman was a riddle no-one could figure out. They had a couple of beers. Finally one of the men asked her point blank, "How do you decide if you're going to golf right-handed or left-handed?"
Maggie blushed and grinned. "That's easy," she said, "When my Dad taught me to play golf, I learned I was ambidextrous.
I like to switch back and forth. When I got married after college, I discovered my husband always sleeps in the nude.
From then on, I developed a silly habit. Right before I left in the morning for golf practice, I would pull the covers off him.
If his tadger was pointing to the right, I golfed right-handed; if it was pointed to the left, I golfed left-handed."
The men thought this was hysterical. Astonished at this bizarre information, one of them shot back, "But what if it's pointing straight up?"
She said, "That's when I'll be fifteen minutes late."