> 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 replied. > "No, I won't." > "Well, if you must know," she answered, "I work for Tampax." > With that, he laughed so hard he almost 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 for > Preparation H, so I'm still a hole behind you."