The rain was pouring

[nortatoga]

and there was a big puddle in front of the pub
A ragged old man was standing there with a rod and hanging a string into the puddle. A tipsy-looking gentleman came
over to him and asked what he was doing. Fishing the old man said simply
Poor old fool the gentleman thought and invited the ragged old man to a drink in the pub
As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey , the gentleman asked , And how
many have you caught?
Your the eighth, The old man answered.

[usmcveteran]

That's a good one, I hadn't heard that one before lol.

[masterswimmer]

lol, definitely caught me off guard. Good one