Elder Golf

Arthur is 80 years old. He's played golf every day since his retirement 20 years ago. One day he arrived home looking downcast. "That's it", he told his wife, "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad that once I hit the ball I couldn't see where it went."

His wife sympathized and made him a cup of tea. As they sat down she said, "Why don't you take my brother with you and give it one more try."

"That's no good," sighed Arthur, "Your brother's ninety. He can't help/"

"He may be ninety," said the wife, "but his eyesight is perfect."

So the next day Arthur headed off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He teed up, took a mighty swing, squinted down the fairway, then turned to his brother-in-law. "Did you see where the ball went?"

"Of course I did!"

"Where did it go?" asked Arthur.
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"I can't remember."



{ At my age, this one gets only a rueful chuckle.}