Arthur is 90 years old. He’s played
golf every day since his retirement 25
years ago. One day he arrives home
looking downcast. “That’s it,” he tells
his wife. “I’m giving up golf. My
eyesight has become so bad that
once I hit the ball I couldn’t see
where it went.”
His wife sympathizes and makes him
a cup of tea. As they sit down she
says, “Why don’t you take my brother
with you and give it one more try.”
“That’s no good” sighs Arthur, “your
brother’s a hundred and three. He
can’t help.”
“He may be a hundred and three”,
says the wife, “but his eyesight is
perfect.”
So the next day Arthur heads off to
the golf course with his brother-in-
law. He tees up, takes a mighty swing
and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and
says, “Did you see the ball?”
“Of course I did!” replied the
brother-in-law. “I have perfect
eyesight”.
“Where did it go?” says Arthur.
“I don’t remember.”

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