You know the anecdote:
A kind-hearted fellow was walking through Central Park in New York and was
astonished to see an old man, fishing rod in hand, fishing over a beautiful bed of red
"Tsk Tsk!" said the passer-by to himself. "What a sad sight. That poor old man is
fishing over a bed of flowers. I'll see if I can help." So the kind fellow walked up to
the old man and asked, "What are you doing, my friend?"
"Fishin', eh. Well how would you like to come have a drink with me?"
The old man stood, put his rod away and followed the kind stranger to the corner
bar. He ordered a large glass of Beer and a fine cigar.
His host, the kind fellow, felt good about helping the old man, and he asked, "Tell
me, old friend, how many did you catch today?"
The old fellow took a long drag on the cigar, blew a careful smoke ring and replied,
"You are the sixth today, sir!"