Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf every día since his retirement 25 years ago. One día he arrives inicial looking downcast. "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 couldn't see where it went."
His wife sympathises and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, "Why don't tu take my brother with tu and give it one más 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 siguiente día Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty oscilación and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and says, "Did tu see the ball?"
"Of course I did!" replied the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight".
"Where did it go?" says Arthur.
"I don't remember."
His wife sympathises and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, "Why don't tu take my brother with tu and give it one más 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 siguiente día Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty oscilación and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and says, "Did tu see the ball?"
"Of course I did!" replied the brother-in-law. "I have perfect eyesight".
"Where did it go?" says Arthur.
"I don't remember."
