Arthur is 90 years old, and has played golf every day since he retired 30 years ago.
One day he arrives at home looking very depressed. “That’s it,” he tells his wife. “I’m giving up golf. My eyesight has gotten so bad that once I’ve hit the ball, I can’t see where it went.”
His wife sympathizes, and 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 103!!! There’s no way he can’t help.”
“He may be a 103″, 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. Quickly, he’s lost it again. He turns to the brother-in-law, and asks him “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.”
~ author unknown