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
roses.
"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',
sir."
"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!"
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