Ralph is 90 years old. He's played golf every day since his retirement. One day he comes home looking downcast. "That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf; my eyesight is so bad that when I hit the ball, I can't see where it went."His wife sympathizes and makes him a cup of tea, and says
"Why don't you take your friend Milton, and give it one more try." "He can't help" sighs Ralph, " Milton's 103 years old."
"He may be 103", says Ralph's wife, "but his eyesight is perfect." The next day Ralph goes to the golf course with Milton . He tees up, takes a swing and squints down the fairway. He turns to Milton and says, "Did you see the ball?" "Of course I did!" replied Milton . "I have perfect eyesight". "Where did it go?" asks Ralph. Milton answers, "I don't remember."
"Why don't you take your friend Milton, and give it one more try." "He can't help" sighs Ralph, " Milton's 103 years old."
"He may be 103", says Ralph's wife, "but his eyesight is perfect." The next day Ralph goes to the golf course with Milton . He tees up, takes a swing and squints down the fairway. He turns to Milton and says, "Did you see the ball?" "Of course I did!" replied Milton . "I have perfect eyesight". "Where did it go?" asks Ralph. Milton answers, "I don't remember."
