Arthur is 90 years old. He's played golf every hari since his retirement 25 years ago. One hari he arrives utama 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 anda take my brother with anda and give it one lebih 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 seterusnya hari Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty hayun, swing and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and says, "Did anda 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 anda take my brother with anda and give it one lebih 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 seterusnya hari Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law. He tees up, takes a mighty hayun, swing and squints down the fairway.
He turns to the brother-in-law and says, "Did anda 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."
