A tourist walking past a Glasgow Pub noticed a long line up outside. He looked inside, saw that the place was empty and seemingly opened for business. He wandered in, asked the Barman if they were in fact open for business. The barman assured him they were and would he like to order. The fellow orders a pint of their finest lager. The barman says "that'll be one pence." The fellow pays up and has one of the finest pints he's ever tasted. He asks the barman if he's sure about the price and is assured that is the price of a pint. The fellow then says, "what's with the line-up out Front?" the Barman says, "oh' that's the regulars, they're waiting for Happy Hour".