An American takes a trip to Ireland.
The first day, he goes to the golf course. He goes up to a group of guys and says "I'm quite a strong golfer, and I'm looking for a strong opponent. Anyone you fellas know who'd be willing to play?" One of them says "Micheline is your man" and gives him Micheline's number.
The American calls him, asking if he wants to play. Micheline says "I'll meet you at the course at 9 o'clock tomorrow, but I might be a half hour late".
They play the next day. Micheline, with his solid right hand swing, beats the American handily. The American is surprised, but chalks it up to his travel weariness. "Can we play again tomorrow?" "Sure", Micheline says, "at 9 o'clock—but I might be a half hour late."
They play again the next day, Micheline swinging with his left this time, beating the American handily once more. The American is perplexed.
"Yesterday, you play with your right hand, you win. Today, you play with your left hand, you win. I just don't get it. How do you even decide which hand you'll play with?'
"Well, I get up in the morning, and I looks over at the wife. If she's laying on her right side, I bring my right-handed clubs. If she's laying on her left, I bring the left-handed clubs."
"And what if she's laying on her back?"
"I'll be a half hour late."
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