Boudreaux is 95 years old.  He's played golf every day since his retirement 30 years ago.

One day he arrives home looking downcast.  "That's it," he tells his wife. "I'm giving up golf.  My eyesight has gotten so bad...once I've hit the ball, I can't see where it went."

Boudreaux wife sympathizes, and as they sit down, she says, "Why don't you take my brother Thibodeaux with you, and give it one more try." Boudreaux said "That's no good,"  "Your brother is a hundred and three. He can't help."

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Boudreaux wife said "He may be a hundred and three but his eyesight is perfect."

So the next day, Boudreaux heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law.  He tees up the ball and takes a mighty swing, and then squints down the fairway.  He turns to his brother-in-law and said. "Did you see where the ball went?"

"Of course I did!" says the Thibodeaux. "I have perfect eyesight."

"Where did it go?" asks Boudreaux.

Thibodeaux looked at Boudreaux with that look on his face, you know that look I'm talking about and said. "I can't remember."

 

Submitted By Larry Arton  Jeanerette, La.