Golf

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Arthur is 95 years old. He's played golf every day since his
retirement 30 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 once I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went.'

His wife sympathises, and 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. 'Did you see the ball?'

'Of course I did!' says the brother-in-law. 'I have perfect eyesight.'

'Where did it go?' asks Arthur.

'I can't remember.'