Ole
is 90 years old. He's played golf every day since his retirement 25
years ago. One day he arrives home looking downcast.
"Dat's
it," he tells Lena. "I'm giving up golf. My eyesight has
become so bad dat once I hit da ball I couldn't see vere it
vent." Lena sympathizes.
As they sit down she says, "Vhy don't you take Sven
wit you and give it one more try." "Dat's no good"
sighs Ole, "Sven's a hundred and tree. He can't
help." "He may be a hundred and tree", says
Lena, "but his eyesight is perfect." So the next day
Ole heads off to the golf course with 103 year old Sven. He tees up,
takes a mighty swing and squints down the fairway.
He turns to
Sven and says, "Did you see da ball?"
"Of
course I did!" replied Sven. "I have perfect
eyesight".
"Vhere did it go?" says Ole.
"I
don't remember."
Happy Saturday! - Ranae
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