SUDSY
02-07-2007, 08:49 PM
Piper Mackay asked of his landlady, one morning "Maggie, could ya' be sewin' a wee button on me pants for me? I canna do up me fly.
"Oh Mac, I have me hands in the dishpan. Could ya' run upstairs and ask Mrs. MacDougall if she'd mind doin' it fer ya?"
A few minutes later, there was an awful thumping and banging from upstairs, and the sound of something heavy bouncing down the stairway. Half crawling into the kitchen comes Piper Mackay with a black eye and a bloody nose.
Maggie looked at him and says, "What on earth happened. Did ya' ask her like I told ya?"
"Aye," said Mac. "and she sewed the button on just fine, but just as she bent down to bite off the last wee bit of thread, Mr. MacDougall walked in."
"Oh Mac, I have me hands in the dishpan. Could ya' run upstairs and ask Mrs. MacDougall if she'd mind doin' it fer ya?"
A few minutes later, there was an awful thumping and banging from upstairs, and the sound of something heavy bouncing down the stairway. Half crawling into the kitchen comes Piper Mackay with a black eye and a bloody nose.
Maggie looked at him and says, "What on earth happened. Did ya' ask her like I told ya?"
"Aye," said Mac. "and she sewed the button on just fine, but just as she bent down to bite off the last wee bit of thread, Mr. MacDougall walked in."