Arthur is 90 years old. He’s played golf every day
since his retirement 25 years ago.
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One day he arrives home looking sad. “That’s it,”
he tells his wife. “I’m giving up golf. My eyesight
has become so bad that once I hit the ball I
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couldn’t see where it went.”
His wife makes him a cup of tea, and says,
“Why don't you take my brother
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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.”
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“He may be a hundred and three,” says his wife,
“but his eyesight is perfect.”
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So the next day Arthur heads off to the golf
course with his brother-in-law. He tees up,
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takes a mighty swing and squints down the fairway.
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He turns to his brother-in-law and says,
“Of course I did!” replied his brother-in-law.
“I have perfect eyesight.”
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“Where did it go?” says Arthur.
“I don’t remember.”
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