A Question of Damages
After much persuasion Donald had been induced to
make his first railway journey to Edinburgh. As the train neared its
destination a serious collision occurred and ultimately poor Donald found
himself lying among a mass of wreckage.
With great difficulty he was finally rescued by
a brother Scot, who, in an attempt to reassure the victim, reminded him that
there would, of course, be the question of damages.
"Damages !" returned the aggrieved Donald.
"Damages ? It wisna me that cowpit yir train !"