Funny Joke: It is/was/will be my Cake Day, so here’s a favorite: A woman joins a country club, and when she hears some guys talking about their golf round, she says, “I played on my college’s golf team. I was pretty good. Mind if I join you next week?”

It is/was/will be my Cake Day, so here’s a favorite: A woman joins a country club, and when she hears some guys talking about their golf round, she says, “I played on my college’s golf team. I was pretty good. Mind if I join you next week?”

Nobody was keen to answer in the affirmative, but with all eyes on them, one gentleman reluctantly proposes, “Alright, but let’s tee off at 6:30 in the morning.”

He assumes the early start will deter her. To his surprise, the woman hesitantly inquires if tardiness up to 15 minutes would be tolerable. With exchanged glances of skepticism, they agree, “Sure.”

Punctually at 6:30 am, she arrives and wows them with an impressive 2-under par performance. She’s delightful company, winning them over, and they commend her prowess by extending another invitation for the following week. She accepts with a smile, noting she’ll make it at 6:30 or possibly 6:45.

True to her word, the next week she’s on time, and astoundingly, she competes with her non-dominant hand this time. Yet, she still manages to match their skill with an even par. The men are beside themselves in awe yet charmed by her demeanor and again invite her for another round.

The third time around, she’s a casual 15 minutes late, much to the men’s annoyance. Once again, she exhibits her talent, this time swinging right-handed, and narrowly clinches victory. While the men mumble about her seemingly strategic tardiness, they can’t help but enjoy her company and good sportsmanship.

Their curiosity piqued, they relax with drinks and one man can’t help but inquire about her method for choosing which hand to golf with.

Flattered by the query, she gives a coy smile. “I’m naturally ambidextrous, thanks to my dad’s golf teachings,” she confesses, “and I’ve always liked mixing it up.”

“But there’s a funny story from my newlywed days,” she continues, “My husband prefers to sleep in the buff. Ever since noticing that, I started a little routine. I yank back the covers every golf morning to check which way his… erm, compass is pointing. If it’s veering right, I go with my right hand; if it’s left, then left-handed it is.”

The men burst into laughter, finding her answer unexpectedly comical.

Curious to the extreme, one man ventures, “But what happens when it’s pointing straight up?”

She winks and playfully answers, “That’s when I’m guaranteed to be fifteen minutes late!”

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