A guy is walking through a quiet Scottish town, and seeing a pub with the most beautifully made and ornate door, decides he should go in for a drink. The barman welcomes him, and asks "did you see our door?" The visitor comments on how much he liked it. "Well you see" says the barman "I made that door, with my own two hands and a months labor. Best door in town, but do they call me Frank the door maker?" The visitor also comments on the bar itself, made of a rich dark wood, and polished mirror smooth. "Ah, you like this bar do you?" says the barman "I made this bar myself out of a single tree trunk, and carved and polished it to the thing of beauty you now see. But do they call me Frank the bar maker? Oh no?" The visitor orders a Guinness and the barman takes his time and makes a perfect pour. "What do you think of that pour?" He asks. "Is that not a perfect Guinness, settled, minimal head, and I even did the little clover leaf thing. But do they call me Frank the barkeeper, or Frank the Guinness pourer? Oh no. I tell you though, you get caught with your pants down behind one goat."