Fishing in Central Park
"Tsk Tsk!" said the passerby to himself. "What a sad sight. That poor old man is fishing over a bed of flowers. I'll see if I can help."
The kind fellow walked up to the old man and asked, "What are you doing, my friend?"
"Fishin', eh. How would you like to come have a drink with me?"
The old man stood, put his rod away, and followed the kind stranger to the corner bar. He ordered a large glass of beer and a fine cigar.
His host, the kind fellow, felt good about helping the old man, and he asked, "Tell me, old man, how many did you catch this morning?"
The old man took a long drag on the cigar, blew a smoke ring and replied, "You are the sixth today, sir!"