A young man walking along the Pier notices an old man with his shoes off, trouser legs rolled up, legs dangling in the sea and fishing with an imaginary rod.
Puzzled the young man asks, “What are you doing?”
The old man replies, “Fishing for сunтs.”
“Sounds good. Can I join you?” replied the young man.
“Of course you can, pull up a pew son.”
The young man sits down and casts an imaginary rod out, and then says, “So, how many сunтs have you caught today?”
The old man replies, “You’re the third this morning.”