A couple of women, Janice and Lea, were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning.
Lea, the first of the twosome teed off and watched in horror as the ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. Indeed, the ball hit one of the men, and he immediately clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.
Lea rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize. She then explained that she was a physical therapist and offered to help ease his pain.
“Please allow me to help. I’m a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d just allow me!” she told him earnestly.
“Ummph, oooh, nnooo, I’ll be alright…I’ll be fine in a few minutes,” he replied as he remained in the fetal position still clasping his hands together at his crotch.
But she persisted; and he finally allowed her to help him. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside, beginning to massage him.
“Does that feel better?” she asked.
“It feels great,” he replied. “But my thumb still hurts like hell.”