Tuesday, June 25, 2013


The was a man named George who got a new job.  His fellow employees always met for a round of golf every Saturday.  They invited George to join the group and meet them at 10:00 Saturday morning.  George replied that he would love to join them, but he might be ten minutes late.

On Saturday morning George was there at exactly 10:00.  He golfed right-handed and won the round.

Next Saturday rolls around, and George says that he will be there, but he may be ten minutes late again.  He shows up right on time, golfs left-handed, and wins the round.  This continues for the next few weeks, with George always saying that he may be ten minutes late, and then always winning the round golfing, either left- or right-handed.

The other employees are getting tired of this, and decided to ask him what the deal was.  They said, ''George, every Saturday you say you may be ten minutes late.  You never are.  Then you show up and golf either right-handed or left-handed, and you always win.  What is up with that?''

George replies, ''Well, I am a very superstitious kind of guy.  Every Saturday when I wake up, I look over at my wife.  If she is sleeping on her left side, I golf left-handed.  If she is sleeping on her right side, I golf right-handed.''

''Well,'' one of the employees questioned, ''What happens if she is lying on her back?''

George replies, ''Then I am ten minutes late.''


Paul (A.)
Paul (A.) is a wicked, wicked man.


whiteycat said...

Oh, Paul (A.), that was nasty! Was this inspired by last night's baseball game? Must have been something in the beer!

Grandmère Mimi said...

whiteycat, he's completely out of control.

Paul (A.) said...

Wicked, me?

I just figured that if she couldn't pick a side, he'd have to flip a coin, and who sleeps with coins in their pocket? Did you think there was another reason? And did you blame me for that?

As for the baseball game, there was little enough inspiring about it other than the music.

As for the beer, permit me to commend the Leinenkugel Summer Shandy. I think I first had it a General Convention in Indianapolis, and it is just the thing on a hot summer afternoon (it was 93° here before the thunderstorm, and little relief expected over the next few days).

Grandmère Mimi said...

Think of it. It's only 88 degrees here in the deep South.

Bonnie said...

A new story just in time for the coffee hour Sunday. Thank you Paul (A.).

Here is one for you.

A Baptist Preacher, a Roman Catholic Priest and an Episcopal Priest all died and arrived at the pearly gates at the same time.

St. Peter tells them that it is time to confess their sins.

The Baptist Preacher admits that once he had a drink.
The Roman Catholic Priest admits that once he broke his vow of celibacy.
The Episcopal Priest, after much soul searching, admitted that he had once eaten his entire meal with his salad fork.

Grandmère Mimi said...

Bonnie, I posted the joke on Facebook. My friends loved it. I laughed out loud when I read first read it.