Arthur is 75 years old and played golf every day since his retirement 15 years ago.
One day he arrives home looking downcast. āThatās it,ā he tells his wife. āIām giving up golf.Ā My eyesight has become so bad that once I hit the ball I couldnāt see where it went.ā
His wife sympathises and makes him a cup of tea.
As they sit down she says, āWhy donāt you take my brother with you and give it one more try.ā
āThatās no good,ā sighs Arthur, āyour brother is 85. He canāt help.ā
āHe may be 85,ā says the wife, ābut his eyesight is perfect.ā
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.Ā He turns to the brother-in-law and says, āDid you see the ball?ā
āOf course I did!ā Answers the brother-in-law. āI have perfect eyesight.ā
āWhere did it go?ā Arthur asks.
āI donāt remember.ā