Bob wearily trudged into his house and laid down his bag of golf clubs. ﾓHow was your game, darling?ﾔ asked his wife, Jane. ﾓI was hitting the ball ok, but my eyesightﾒs gotten so damn bad I couldnﾒt see where the ball went.ﾔ shrugged Bob.
ﾓWell, youﾒre 75 years old,ﾔ said Jane. ﾓYou canﾒt expect everything to be like it was. Why donﾒt you take my brother Jimmy along?ﾔ ﾓBut heﾒs 85 and he doesnﾒt even play golf any moreﾅﾔ protested Bob. ﾓBut heﾒs got perfect eyesight,ﾔ Jane pointed out. ﾓhe can watch the ball for you.ﾔ
So the next day Bob teed off with Jimmy looking on. He swung and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. ﾓDo you see it, do you see it?ﾔ asked Bob in anticipation. ﾓYep!ﾔ Jimmy answered. ﾓWell where is it?ﾔ exclaimed Bob, peering off into the distance.
ﾓI forgot,ﾔ said Jimmy.
