"How was your golf game today, dear?" asks Jack's wife. Jack says, "I'm gonna have to quit the game. I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight's so bad I couldn't see where the ball went. I lost a dozen balls!"
"Well," says his wife, "why don't you take my brother Harold next time?"
"But he's eighty-five and doesn't even play golf," says Jack.
"But Harold has perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball, and he'd enjoy riding in the cart."
So the next day Jack tees off with Harold looking on. Jack swings, and the ball disappears down the middle of the fairway. "Do you see it?" asks Jack.
"Yup," says Harold.
"Well, where is it?" asks Jack.
And Harold says, "I forgot."
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