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. She replied, "I'm on the 7th hole
> 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.
> She said, "I'm on the 14th hole, you are a holebehind me,
> 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.
>
> Approaching her he politely said, "Allow me to buy you a drink in
> appreciation for your help. I understand that you are in the
> sales profession. I'm in sales also. What do you sell?"
> She replied, "If I tell you, you'll laugh.
> "No, I won't." He said.
> "Well, if you must know," she said, "I work for Tampax."
>
> With that, he laughed so hard he almost fell off his barstool.
> "See" she said, "I told you, you would laugh."
>
> "No, no, no!" 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!
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