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 gotten so bad that once I'd hit the
ball I can'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 Fred 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 Fred. He tees up, takes an
almighty swing and squints down the fairway. He turns
to Fred and asks, "Did you see the ball?"
"Of course I did barks Fred!"
"Where did it go?" says Arthur.
"I don' t remember".
