Four lawyers in a Texas law firm lived and died for their Saturday morning round of Sporting Clays. It was their favorite moment of the week. Then one of the lawyers was transferred to an office in another city. It wasn't quite the same without him. A new woman lawyer joined their law firm. One day she overheard the remaining three talking about their sporting clays round at the table. Curious, she spoke up, "You know, I used to shoot up in Michigan and I was a pretty decent shot. Would you mind if I joined you next week?" The three lawyers looked at each other. They were hesitant. Not one of them wanted to say 'yes', but she had them on the spot. Finally one man said it would be okay, but they would be starting pretty early at 9:30 am. And we play a game called skins for money. He figured the money part would discourage her. The woman said this might be a problem and asked if she could possibly be up to 15 minutes late. They rolled their eyes but said this would be okay. She smiled and said, "Good, then I'll be there either at 9:30 or 9:45." She showed up right at 9:30 and wound up beating all three of them with an eye-opening 93/100. She was a fun and pleasant person the entire round. The guys were impressed! Back in the clubhouse they paid her skins money and happily invited her back the next week. She smiled and said "Sure, I'll be here at 9:30 or 9:45." The next week she again showed up at 9:30 Saturday morning. Only this time, she shot left-handed . The three lawyers were incredulous as she still managed to beat them by 10 birds despite shooting with her off-side. By now the guys were totally amazed, but wondered if she was just trying to make them look bad by beating them shooting left-handed. They couldn't figure her out. She was again very pleasant and didn't seem to be showing them up, but each man began to harbor a burning desire to beat her! In the third week they all had their game faces on. But this week she was 15 minutes late! This had the guys irritable because each was determined to shoot the best round of clays of his life to beat her. As they waited for her, they figured her late arrival was some petty gamesmanship on her part. Finally she showed up. This week the lady lawyer shot right-handed which was a good thing since she narrowly beat all three of them. However she was so gracious and so complimentary of their shooting, it was hard to keep a grudge against her. This woman was a riddle no one could figure out! Back in the clubhouse she had all three guys shaking their heads at her ability. They had a couple beers after their round which helped the conversation loosen up. Finally one of the men could contain his curiosity no longer. He asked her point blank, "How do you decide if you're going to shoot right-handed or left-handed?" The lady blushed and grinned. She said, "That's easy. When my dad taught me how to shoot, I learned I was ambidextrous. I have always had fun switching back and forth. Then when I met my husband and got married, I discovered he always sleeps in the nude. From then on I developed a silly habit. Right before I left in the morning for my shooting lesson, I would pull the covers off him. If his you-know-what was pointing to the right, I shot right-handed; if it was pointed to the left, I shot left-handed. " Astonished at this bizarre information, one of the guys shot back, "But what if it's pointed straight up in the air?" She said, "Then I'm fifteen minutes late."
