My Luck

*The Legendary Lady Golfer’s Secret: A Hilarious Surprise*

An elderly woman decided to join a prestigious country club. One day, overhearing a group of men talking about their golf games, she confidently chimed in, “I used to play on my college’s golf team and was pretty good. Mind if I join you next week?”

The men exchanged skeptical glances but, feeling cornered, one finally said, “Sure, but we tee off at 6:30 a.m.” He figured the early hour would discourage her.

To their surprise, she smiled and said, “That works, though I might be 15 minutes late.” The men rolled their eyes but agreed.

The following week, she showed up exactly at 6:30 and astonished them by playing a stellar 2-under par round. Not only was she an excellent golfer, but she was also witty and charming. By the end of the game, they were so impressed they invited her back.

She grinned and said, “I’ll be here—6:30 or maybe 6:45.”

The next week, she arrived right on time again. This time, however, she played left-handed. Incredibly, she still beat them, finishing even par. The men were baffled but couldn’t resist inviting her back again, determined to finally best her.

The third week, she arrived 15 minutes late, visibly frustrating the group. But she played right-handed that day and narrowly beat them again. While her tardiness annoyed them, her charm and compliments on their shots softened their irritation.

Over drinks at the clubhouse, one of the men finally asked, “We have to know—how do you decide whether to play right-handed or left-handed?”

Blushing slightly, she leaned in with a grin and said, “Well, when I was learning golf, I discovered I’m ambidextrous and like to mix it up. After I got married, I developed a little routine. Before I head out for golf, I pull the covers off my husband, who sleeps in the nude. If his, uh, 'w!llie' points to the right, I golf right-handed. If it points to the left, I golf left-handed.”

The men erupted into laughter, stunned by her quirky confession. Still chuckling, one of them asked, “What if it points straight up?”

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she replied, “Then, I’m 15 minutes late.”