“Is there anything wrong?” asked bartender of the young, well-dressed customer who sat staring grimly into his drink.
“Two months ago my grandfather died and left me one- hundred thousand Pounds” said the man.
“That doesn’t sound like anything to be upset about,” said the bartender. “It should happen to me!”
“Yeah,” said the sour young man, “but last month an uncle on my father’s side passed away. He left me ninety-five thousand Pounds.”
“So why are you sitting here looking so unhappy?” asked the bartender.
“This month – so far – not a Penny.”