> A guy was playing golf one day and he got lost,
> he saw a lady up ahead of him and went to her and said,
> "Can you please help me; I don't know what hole I'm on."
> She told him "You are one hole behind me. I'm on 7; you're on 6."
> He thanked her and continued playing golf later, he got lost again.
> He saw the same lady and went to her again kind of embarrassed.
> "I'm sorry to bother you again but I'm lost; can you please tell me what hole I'm on."
> She told him, "You are one hole behind me. I'm on 14; you are on 13."
> Again, he thanked her and continued playing golf.
> When he finished, he saw her in the clubhouse.
> He went up to her and asked if he could buy her a drink for helping him out.
> She accepted, as they were drinking and talking, he asked her what she did for a living.
> "I'm in sales," she said.
> He replied, "No kidding; so am I."
> "What do you sell?"
> She responded that it was too embarrassing to tell;
> but after he kept pleading to know what she sold,
> she finally said that she would tell him if he promised not to laugh so he promised.
> She said, "I sell sanitary napkins."
> He immediately fell to the floor laughing hysterically.
> She said, "You promised you wouldn't laugh".
> He replied (still with tears in his eyes), "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it.
>
> I sell toilet paper, I'm still one Hole behind you."