THE SETTING:
A Scottish old timer in Scotland, in a bar, talking to a young man.
Old Man:
"Lad, look out there to the field. Do ya see that fence? Look
how well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own
two hands. I piled it for months. But do they call me
McGreggor-the-Fence-Builder? Nooo.."
Then the old man gestured at the bar.
"Look here at the bar. Do ya see how smooth and just it is? I
planed that surface down by me own achin' back. I carved that wood
with me own hard labour, for eight days. But do they call me
McGreggor-the-Bar-builder? Nooo..."
Then the old man points out the window.
"Eh, Laddy, look out to sea. Do ya see that pier that
stretches out as far as the eye can see? I built that pier with the
sweat off me back. I nailed it board by board. But do they call me
McGreggor-the-Pier-Builder? Nooo..."
Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no
one is paying attention.
"But ya [bleep] one goat . . . "
