My neighbor Arthur is 90 years old. He's at the golf course down the street everyday when the weather permits. It's been that way since his retirement 25 years ago.
A few weeks ago his wife said he arrived home looking very sad. She thought it was the approaching winter, when snow wouldn't permit him to golf.
That wasn't it at all!
“That’s it,” Arthur said. “I’m giving up golf. My eyesight is so bad, once I’ve hit the ball I can’t see where it went.”
His wife sympathizes and has a suggestion.
“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.”
Arthur loves the game, so the next day, he headed off to the golf course with his 103 year old brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a 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.
His brother-in-law responded, “Can’t remember, I am 103.”
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