True Story.
Friend of mine wandered south of the Missouri border to some 9 hole podunk golf courses to try to sell fertilizer, chemicals, etc. He met with the owner/superintendent, who was wearing overalls and missing teeth. The owner was really happy to see someone from another state and said he would like to introduce him to his wife and sister. So they went back to the "pro shop", where there was one fat, ugly woman standing behind the counter.
The End.