Senior Golf

Beverly is ninety years old. She's played golf every day since her retirement twenty-five years ago. One day she arrives home looking sad.

"That's it," she tells her husband, Gus. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has become so bad that once I hit the ball I can't see where it went."

Her husband makes her a cup of tea, and says, "Why don't you take me with you and give it one more try."

"That's no good" sighs Beverly. "You're a hundred and three. You can't help."

"I may be a hundred and three," says Gus, "but my eyesight is perfect."

So the next day Beverly heads off to the golf course with her Gus. She tees up, takes a mighty swing, and squints down the fairway.

She turns to the husband and says, "Did you see the ball?"

"Of course I did!" replied Gus, "I have perfect eyesight".

"Where did it go?" says Beverly.

"I don't remember."