British Humour
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, and makes him a cuppa.
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'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.
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!"
"Where did it go?" says Arthur.
"I can't remember".
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