Fishing...............
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 lilies."Tch Tch!" 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 this morning?"The old fellow took a long drag on the cigar, blew a careful smoke ring and replied, "You are the sixth today, sir!"