Gone Fishing

A millionaire walked past an old man sitting on the curb outside a bar. The old man had a fishing rod, and he seemed to be trying to catch fish in the storm drain.

Taking pity, the millionaire took the old man to a nearby restaurant for a meal. As they ate, the rich man asked, “So how is fishing in that storm drain working out for you?”

“Not bad,” said the old man. “You’re the third one I’ve caught today.”