Stockbrokers' game of golf

Four stockbrokers from a large stockbroking firm lived and died for their Saturday morning round of golf. It was their moment of the week, away from the hustle and bustle of the stock market. Then one of the stockbroker migrated overseas to down under. It wasn't quite the same without him.

A new woman stockbroker joined their stockbroking firm. One day she overheard the remaining three talking about their golf round at the coffee table. Curious, she spoke up, "You know, I used to play on my golf team in college and I was pretty good. Would you mind if I join you next week?"

The three stockbrokers looked at each other. They were hesitant. 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 pretty early at 6:30am. He figured the early tee-time would discourage her immediately.

The woman said this might be a problem and asked if she could possibly be up to fifteen minutes late. They rolled their eyes but said this would be okay.
She smiled and said, "Good, then I'll be there at either 6:30 or 6:45."

She showed up right at 6:30 and wound up beating all three of them with an eye-opening 2-under par round. She was a fun and pleasant person the entire round. The guys were impressed! Back in the clubhouse they congratulated her and happily invited her back the next week. She smiled and said, "Sure, I'll be here at 6:30 or 6:45."

The next week she again showed up at 6:30 Saturday morning. Only this time she played left-handed. The three stockbrokers were incredulous as she still managed to beat them with an even par round despite playing with her off-hand. By now, the guys were totally amazed, but wondered if she was just trying to make them look bad by beating them left-handed. They couldn't figure her out. She was again very pleasant and didn't seem to be showing them up, but each man began to harbour a burning desire to beat her!

In the third week they all had their game faces on. But this week she was fifteen minutes late! This had the guys irritable because each was determined to play the best round of golf of his life to beat her. As they waited for her they figured her late arrival was some petty gamesmanship on her part.

Finally she showed up. This week the lady stockbroker played right-handed which was a good thing since she narrowly beat all three of them. However, she was so gracious and so complimentary of their strong play, it was hard to keep a grudge against her. The woman was a riddle no one could figure out.

Back in the clubhouse she had all three guys shaking their head at her ability. They had a couple of beers after their round which helped the conversation loosened up. Finally one of the men could contain his curiousity no longer. He asked her point blank, "How do you decide if you are going to play golf right-handed or left-handed?"

The lady blushed and grin. She said, "That's easy. When my dad taught me how to play golf, I learned I was ambidextrous. I have always had fun switching back and forth. Then when I met my husband in college and got married, I discovered he always sleep 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 you-know-what was pointing to the right, I golfed right-handed; if it was pointed to the left, I golfed left-handed. All the girls on the team thought this was hysterical."

Astonished by this bizarre information, one of the guys shot back, "But what if it is pointed straight up in the air?"

She said," Then I'll be fifteen minutes late. I am sorry that we had to tee-off at 6:45 this morning!"