How was your golf game, dear?" asked Jack's wife, Edna.

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

"Well, you're seventy-five years old, Jack!" admonished his wife. "Why don't you take my brother, Ronald, along the next time you play?"

"But he's EIGHTY-FIVE and doesn't even PLAY golf anymore," protested Jack.

"But he's got perfect eyesight after his cataract surgery. He could watch your ball," Edna pointed out.

So the next day Jack teed off, with Ronald looking on. Jack swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. "Do you see it?" asked Jack.

"Yup," answered Ronald.

"Where did it go?" asked Jack, peering off into the distance.

"I dunno. I forgot," said Ronald.