There was a new minister come to the kirk. Two auld dames attended the first service, not entirely trusting the ministering capabilities of anyone but the now-retired former minister. After the service, one asked the other,"What did you think of that new young fellow's sermon?" "There was but three things wrong with it. It was read (pronounced "reed", of course), it was no' weel reed, and it was no' worth the readin'."
I love Scottish diplomacy. And if Jeri or georgeward or somebody from that neighborhood knows where that joke came from, I'm going nuts trying to remember who told it to me!