Angus Broon of Glasgow , Scotland , comes to the little lady of the house saying, "Maggie, cud ye be sewin on a wee button that's come off of ma fly? I canna button ma troosers." "Och Angus, I've got ma hands in the sink. Go up the stairs and see if Mrs. MacDonald could be helpin ye with it." About 5 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 black eye and a bloody nose comes Angus. Maggie looks at him and says, "My god Angus, what happened tae ye? Did you ask her up the stairs 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."
