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 me, 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 too vell mit the ladies. Am I ugly, or fat maybe?"
"You're quite presentable," she replies "I don't think that should be a problem." Smiling now, he exults "Det's 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."
She replies, "Lose the Jewish accent...you're Chinese."