The rain  was pouring down outside O’Connor’s Irish Pub.

There standing in front of a big puddle outside the pub was an old Irishman, drenched, holding a stick, with a piece of string dangling in the water.

A passer-by stopped and asked him, “What are you doing?”

“Fishing”   , replied the old man.

Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent says,
“Come in out of the rain   and have a drink with me.”

In the warm ambiance of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman, being a bit of a superior smart ass, cannot resist asking, “so how many have you caught today?”

“You’re the 8th”, replied the old man.