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Elders Golfing
"How was your golf game, dear?" asked Jack's wife Edna."Well, I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight's gotten so bad I couldn't see where the ball went."
"But you're seventy-five years old, Jack!" admonished his wife, "Why don't you take my brother Ronald along?"
"But he's eighty-five and doesn't even play golf anymore," protested Jack.
"But he's got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball," Edna pointed out.
The next day Jack teed off with Ronald looking on. Jack swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. "Do you see it?" asked Jack.
"Yup," Ronald answered.
"Well, where is it?" yelled Jack, peering off into the distance.
"I forgot." Ronald replied.