The rain was pouring down and there was a gigantic puddle in front of the pub.
A ragged old man was standing there with a rod, hanging a string into the puddle.
A tipsy-looking, curious gentleman came over to him and asked what he was doing.
I'm Fishing, of course, the old man said simply.
Poor old fool, the gentleman thought and he invited the ragged old man into the Pub for a drink and to get him dry.
As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whisky, the gentleman asked, And how many have you caught today?
You're the third,' the old man answered.

Funny .