One Hole Behind
A gentleman was out on the golf course one morning but kept losing track of which hole he was playing. He spots a woman a little ways ahead and calls out, “Excuse me, ma’am, do you know what hole I’m on?”
She glances back and says, “Well, I’m on the 7th, and you’re behind me—so you must be on the 6th!”
“Much appreciated!” he says, and they continue on.
A few holes later, he forgets again. So, once more, he calls out, “Sorry to bother you again, but could you remind me which hole I’m on now?”
She chuckles and says, “I’m playing the 17th, so you’re still one hole behind—you're on the 16th!”
They both wrap up their rounds, and later, in the clubhouse, he sees the lady and offers to buy her a drink as a thank-you for her help. She agrees, and as they’re chatting, he asks her, “So what do you do for a living, if you don’t mind me asking?”
She hesitates and says, “I’ll tell you, but only if you promise not to laugh.”
He promises.
She says, “I sell tampons.”
He bursts out laughing—nearly falls off his stool!
She frowns, “See? I knew you’d laugh like everyone else.”
He waves his hand and says, “No, no! I’m not laughing because of what you do—I sell toilet paper!”
She looks confused. “Well then, why are you laughing so hard?”
He grins and says, “Because technically… I’m still one hole behind you!”
