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
> "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."