The rain was pouring down heavily in Bangsar, KL. And standing in front of a big puddle outside a pub, was an old Uncle, drenched, holding a stick, with a piece of string dangling in the water.

Arun, a passer-by stopped and asked, “What are you doing, uncle?”

“Fishing” replied the old man.

Feeling sorry for the old man, Arun said, “Come out of the rain and have a drink with me, uncle.”

In the warmth of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, Arun cannot resist asking, “So how many fish have you caught today?”

“You’re the eighth” says the old man!

(Author Unknown)