McTavish has dropped in on his old friend, Armstrong, and after an hours chat, allows he must be going...

"Och,"says Armstrong, "I have forgotten my manners..now before ye go off, ye'll be havin' a wee dram with me, won't you?"

"Ah..weel, since ye ask, I winna say no," nods McTavish.
..So Armstrong gets a bottle of Cragganmore from the shelf, pours some into a glass, adds some water, and hands it to McTavish. McTavish sips at the drink, runs his tongue around his lips...takes another sip and stares at the glass as if comtemplating it.

"So..how is the drink?", asks Armstrong. "Ah,it's fine...fine..", replies McTavish, taking a third, tentative sip.

"But, I dinna see the smile of a man enjoying good whisky," says Armstrong.."..the drink..it is no to yer likin'?"

"No, no..it's fine," repeats McTavish, " I do have one wee question, though...when ye poured the drink, did ye put in the whisky, or the water first?"

"Why, ye were right here..ye know full weel I poured the whisky first!"

"Ah," says Armstrong, nodding "...good...I'll be comin' to it then!"