“How was your golf game, dear?” asked Jim’s wife Mary.
“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, Jim!” admonished his wife, “Why don’t you take my brother Bill along?”
“But he’s eighty-six and doesn’t even play golf anymore,” responded Jim.
“But he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball,” Mary pointed out.
The next day Jim teed off with Bill watching. Jim swung his driver, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. “Do you see it?” asked Jim.
“Yup,” Bill answered.
“Well, where is it?” yelled Jim, looking off into the distance.