Scottish Dwarf
The Glasgow train from Queen St to Bishopbriggs was very busy.
At the next stop a Scottish Dwarf got on, an actual, proper wee dwarf midget with a Victoria Wines carry-out bag.
It was quite busy on the train, there was no room for his bag on the seat beside him, he was looking up at the overhead rack.
A good Samaritan was kind enough to say "would you like me To put that up for you mate"
"Yes please" he said, and it was done.
But it wasn't up right and when the train moved, a half
bottle of vodka fell out the bag and smashes on the floor.
The dwarf stands up, his face red with rage, the inspector
Comes along to see what's going on.
The inspector asked if it was his bag, The dwarf says
"Aye...and ah'm no happy !!.
A voice from the back of the carriage shouts out " Well . which one are you then ?"