It’s easier to remember someone by what they did wrong, than what they did right – something this poor man got to experience first-hand!
An American man goes to Ireland for a vacation. In the middle of the trip he stops off in the pub of a small, quaint town.
Soon, he locks eyes with an older Irish gentleman sitting at the bar. The Irishman waves him over to have a drink.
“The name’s McClarney”, he says. “I built that bridge over on the far side of town… but they don’t call me McClarney the bridge-builder, now, do they?”
“Well, I guess not”, says the American.
“And look over yonder, do you see that chapel in the middle of town? I built it all by myself using stone that I hand-cut… but they don’t call me McClarney the stonecutter, now, do they?” says the Irishman.
“Um, I-” the American tries to interject before he is interrupted.
“And I made just about every window for every house in this entire town by hand, and yet, it’s not like they call me McClarney the glass-blower. But you screw one goat…”
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