nightcreacher
Veteran Expediter
> > 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 got so bad. Once I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went."
> >
> > His wife sympathizes. As they sit down, she has a suggestion:
> > "Why don't you take my brother with you, and give it one more try."
> >
> > "That's no good," sighs Arthur. "Your brother is 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 an almighty swing, and squints
> > down the fairway.
> >
> > He turns to the brother-in-law. "Did you see the ball?"
> >
> > "Of course I did!", says the brother-in-law. "I have perfect
> > eyesight."
> >
> > "Where did it go?" asks Arthur.
> >
> > "Can't remember."
> >