A young man is passing by a bar when he sees an old woman fishing with a stick and a
string in a puddle by the sidewalk. “She must be a poor old fool,” he thinks to himself,
and out of the kindness of his heart, he invites the woman in for a drink.
After he’s paid for their round and the two are sitting quietly, he asks her, “So how
many have you caught today?” The old woman grins, takes a big sip of her drink, and
replies, “You’re the eighth.”