Humour — 08 April 2018

Jack came home after playing a round of Sunday golf.

“How was your golf game, dear?” asked his wife, Lillian.

“Well I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I couldn’t see where the ball went.”

“Well you’re 75 years old now, Jack, why don’t you take my brother Scott along?” suggested Lillian.

“But he’s 85 and doesn’t even play golf anymore,” protested Jack.

“But he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball,” his wife pointed out.

The next opportunity Jack teed off with Scott looking on. Jack swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway.

“Do you see it?” asked Jack.

“Yup,” Scott answered.

“Well, where is it?” yelled Jack, peering off into the distance.

“I forgot.”

 

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