Sewing on the Fly
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Loading ...Angus Broon of Glasgow comes to the little lady of the house, exclaiming, “Maggie, cud ya be sewin’ on a wee button that’s come off of me fly? I canny button me pants.”
“Oh, Angus, . . . I’ve got me hands in the dishpan right now. Go up the stairs and see if Mrs. MacDonald could be helpin’ ya with it.”
About five minutes later, there’s a terrible crash, a bang, a bit of yelling and the sound of a body falling down the stairs. Walking back in the door with a blackened eye and a bloody nose, comes Angus. The little lady looks at him and says, “My God, what in hell’s name happened to YOU? Did you ask her like I told you?”
“Aye,” says Angus. “I asked her to sew on the wee button an’ she did. Everything was goin’ fine, but when she bent doon to bite off the wee thread, Mr. MacDonald walked in….”
