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Golf and getting old
GOLF AND GETTING OLD
Allan is 90 years old. He's played golf in Bella Vista 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 gotten so bad that once
I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went." His wife sympathizes and
makes him a cup of tea.
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 Allan.. "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, Allan 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!" replies the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight."
"Where did it go?" asks Allan.
"Don't remember."
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