Scottish Tradesman

[Charlie Giggle]

There was a Scottish tradesman, a painter called Jock, who was very interested
in making a pound where he could, so he often would thin down paint to make it
go a wee bit further.

As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the
Presbyterian Church decided to do a big restoration job on the roof of one
their biggest churches. Jock put in a bid, and because his price was so
competitive, he got the job.

And so he set to, with a right good will, erecting the trestles and setting up
the planks, and buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down
with the turpentine.

Well, Jock was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly done, when
suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, and the sky opened the rain
poured down, washing the thin paint from all over the church and knocking Jock
fair off the scaffold to land on the lawn, among the gravestones, surrounded by
telltale puddles of the thinned and useless paint.

Jock was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so he got on
his knees and cried: "Oh, God! Forgive me! What should I do?"

And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke: "Repaint! Repaint and thin no
more!"

Charlie :-)