Dublin, in the 80's. An American and his wife are walking in the city, when the Wife spots an old man, sitting outside a pub, fishing line in hand, with the line dangling in a pothole in the road. The Woman whispers to her husband " Oh, that poor man. Obviously demented, we must extend the hand of friendship, and be nice to him. " Hubbie agrees."We will show him some American hospitality, " They take the confused old gent into the pub & buy him a whiskey. Then another. Hubbie cant help himself, he says " I see you are fishing, how many have you caught" [ trying to be nice. ]
" You are the eighth , " said the old fella, " now if you don't mind, I think I will bait up again".

