Joe was going into his usual bar before lunch when he saw a
poorly-dressed man fishing in a small pool of rain water about five centimeters
deep outside it.
Joe stopped and watched the man for a few minutes. He saw
that most of the people who passed by him believed he must be rather mad.
Joe pitied the man, so after a few minutes he went up to him
and said kindly, “Hello, would you like to come into the bar and have drink
with me?”
The fisherman was delighted to accept his offer, and the two
men went into the bar together. Joe bought the man a few drinks and finally
said to him, “You’ve been fishing outside here, haven’t you? How many did you
manage to catch this morning, if I may ask?”
“You’re the eighth,” the fisherman answered merrily.