16/01/2026
A golfer was having a rough day—so rough he couldn’t even remember what hole he was on. After a tee shot, he stood there clueless.
He spotted a woman playing ahead, hurried over, and asked, “Sorry—do you know what hole this is?”
She glanced back and said, “I’m on 7. You’re one behind me, so you must be on 6.”
Relieved, he went back to his game. A few holes later, he got confused again, caught up to her, and asked, “Any chance you can tell me where we are now?”
She smiled. “This is 13. So you’re on 12.”
They ended up chatting, got along well, and when the round finished, he invited her to lunch. She said yes.
During lunch he asked, “So what do you do for work?”
She hesitated. “You have to promise you won’t laugh.”
He promised.
She leaned in and said, “I run a tampon factory.”
He immediately burst out laughing so hard he nearly fell off his chair.
“You promised!” she protested, mortified.
He caught his breath and said, “I’m not laughing at that—I sell toilet paper… so I’m still one hole behind.”
