Scotsman In The Chemist

[Dot]

A Scottish Soldier, in full dress uniform, marches

into a pharmacy.

Very carefully he opens his sporran and pulls out

a neatly folded cotton bandana, unfolds it to reveal

a smaller silk square handkerchief, which he also

unfolds - to reveal a condom.

The condom has a number of patches on it.

The chemist holds it up and eyes it critically.

"How much to repair it?' The Scot asks the chemist.

"Six pence" says the chemist.

"How much for a new one?"

"Ten pence" says the chemist.

The Scot painstakingly folds the condom into the
silk square handkerchief and the cotton bandana,

replaces it carefully in his sporran, and marches

out of the door, shoulders back and kilt swinging.

A moment or two later the chemist hears a great

shout go up outside, followed by an even greater

shout.

The Scottish soldier marches back into the

chemist’s and addresses the proprietor, this time

with a grin on his face.

"The regiment has taken a vote," he says.
We'll have a new one

[Swisslulu]

Very good, Dot. must copy and send to my Scottish SIL. He will appreciate it.