"How was your golf game, dear?" asked Maurie’s wife, Martha.
"Well, I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight has gotten so bad that I couldn’t see where the ball went."
"But you’re seventy-five years old, Maurie!" admonished his wife. "Why don’t you take my brother Enzio along?"
"But he’s eighty-five and doesn’t even play golf anymore," protested Maurie.
"But he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball," Martha pointed out.
The next day, Maurie teed off with Enzio looking on. Maurie swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. "Do you see it?" asked Maurie. "Yup," Enzio answered.
"Well, where is it?" yelled Maurie, peering off into the distance. After a brief pause, Enzio replied, "I forgot."