The Man Fishing in a Puddle
On a rainy afternoon, a well-dressed businessman was walking past an old country pub when something caught his eye.
An elderly man was sitting quietly beside a muddy puddle, holding a fishing rod.
Every few seconds, he’d gently cast his line into the tiny pool of water as if he genuinely expected to catch something.
The businessman stopped.
He watched for a moment and shook his head.
*”Poor old fellow,”* he thought.
Feeling sorry for him, he walked over and said,
“How about I buy you a drink?”
The old man looked up with a grateful smile.
“Well… that’s very kind of you.”
A few minutes later, they were sitting inside the warm pub, each with a glass of whiskey in hand.
Trying to make conversation, the businessman smiled and asked,
“So… tell me.”
“How many fish have you caught today?”
The old man took a slow sip of his whiskey, smiled, and replied,
“You’re the eighth.”
