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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 says, "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 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!", says the brother-in-law. "I have
perfect eyesight".
"Where did it go?", says Arthur.
"I can't remember".
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 says, "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 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!", says the brother-in-law. "I have
perfect eyesight".
"Where did it go?", says Arthur.
"I can't remember".