The Blind Golfer
A lady golfer who visits a driving range to tone up before a game, is about to tee off, when she notices the man next to her.
“Pardon me, sir” she said. “You are aiming in the wrong direction — back towards the golf shop.”
“Oi! – tanks for dat. Vitout you, I vouldn’t know. I’m blindt.” He then turns around and starts hitting out into the range. After a few minutes, he asks the lady how he is doing.
“Not bad.” she answers. “Most of your shots are straight and fairly long. Only a few of them are slicing.”
“Tanks, again, Missus,” he replies. “Vitout you telling, I vouldn’t know dese tings.”
A few shots later, he enquires again. “Do you mind I should ask a poisonal qvestion?”
“Not at all,” she replies.
“I don’t do vell vit the ladies. Am I ugly or fat?”
“You’re quite presentable,” she replies “I don’t think that should be a problem.”
Smiling now, he exults “Vat a relief. I vas always afraid to ask. Again, I got to tank you.”
He was about to hit another ball when the lady interrupts him.
“Do you mind if I give you a bit of advice?” she asks
“Soitenly! Listen, I’ll take all de help what youv’e got I vill take.” he answers.
“Lose the Jewish accent.” she replies. “You’re Chinese.”
This page was last updated February 1, 2003.