Golf - Perfect Eyesight
"That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has become so bad that once I hit the ball I can't see where it went." His wife sympathises and makes him a cup of tea. As they sit down she says, "Why don't you take your old mate Milton, and give it one more try."
"That's no good" sighs Noddy, "Milton's a hundred and three. He can't help." He doesn't even play golf anymore.
"He may be a hundred and three", says Noddy's wife, "but his eyesight is still perfect." Based on what his son told me.
So, the next day Noddy heads off to the golf course with Milton. He tees up the ball, takes a mighty swing and squints down the fairway. He turns to Milton and says, "Did you see the ball?" "Of course I saw the ball," Milton replied. "I have perfect eyesight."
"Where did it go?" says Noddy.
"I don't remember!"