Jack and his wife were talking about his game of golf one evening. As he was aging, Jack felt his game was suffering.
“How was your golf game, dear?” asked Jack’s wife.
“I was hitting the ball very well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I couldn’t see where the ball went. I spent ages looking for the ball down the fairway every time!” Jack said.
Jack’s wife had an idea.
“Well, Jack, why don’t you take my brother Scott along? His eyesight isn’t too bad.”
“But he’s 85 and doesn’t even play golf,” protested Jack.
“But Jack, he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball,” Tracy pointed out.
The next day Jack teed off with Scott looking on. Jack swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway.
“Do you see it?” Jack asked Scott.
“Yup,” Scott answered.
“Fantastic! Your eyesight is perfect!” Jack said.
They started walking down the fairway toward the location Scott had pointed out.
As they got closer to the general area of the ball, Jack turned to Scott:
“Well, where is it?”
Scott looked around with a look of confusion on his face.
“I forgot. What are we looking for again?”
