Fishing

Santa was walking through Rose Garden and was astonished to see an old man, fishing rod in hand, fishing over a beautiful bed of red roses. "Tsk Tsk!" said Santa to himself.

"What a sad sight. That poor old man is fishing over a bed of flowers. I'll see if I can help."
So he walked up to the old man and asked, "What are you doing, my friend?"

"Fishing, sir."

"Fishing, well 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 Scotch, snacks and a fine cigar.

Santa felt good about helping the old man, and he asked, "Tell me, old friend, how many did you catch today?"

The old fellow took a long drag on the cigar, blew a careful smoke ring and replied, "You are the fourth today, sir!"