At Firhill, the home of Partick Thistle(one of Glasgow's football teams) .. half time had arrived. Chic quickly spotted a wee wummin serving food. Politely he inquired as to what selection she had on offer, by way of refreshments. "We’ve only goot pies and Bovril," she growled. Slightly taken aback, Chic asked, "Well, perhaps you could then give me a pie and a cup of Bovril, and while you’re at it , a kind word wouldn’t go amiss." She gave him a look as she handed him the pie. "That’s yer pie - a shullin’, and that’s yer Bovril - suxpunce"
"And what about the kind word?" inquired Chic. "Don’t eat the pie," was her helpful suggestion.
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