|The Retired Golfer
Arthur is 80 years old. He's played golf every day since his retirement 15 years ago.
One day he arrives home looking downcast.
'That's it,' he tells his wife. 'I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad that once I've 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 ninety-three. He can't help.'
'He may be a ninety 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!' replied the brother-in-law. 'I have perfect eyesight'.
'Where did it go?' says Arthur.
'I don't remember'.