[chuckinca]

Subject: Golf


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 an almighty 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?', says Arthur.

'I can't remember.'