[Luckyus]

Yankee Tourist​

An American tourist on a visit to ‘the old country’, walks into one of those rather expensive tartan souvenir shops in the Scottish Highlands.
“Say, Bud,” he asked the ‘rookie’ shop assistant, “do you do a tartan for my family name?”
Weel, sir, if ye’ve got a Scots name there’s sure tae be a tartan for it. Whit’s yer name, sir?”
“Dunlop,” replied the American.
“Nae bother at a'!” exclaimed the assistant. “Just gie me a meenit,” upon which disappears into the back shop and reappears with a roll of brightly coloured tartan.
“Here ye are, sir, that’ll be just the ticket for you!”
“Say, that looks real swell!” says the Yank. “I’ll take ten yards of it”
The shop assistant wraps it all up neatly and relieves the American’s credit card of a considerable amount of dosh, after which the customer leaves – most satisfied with his purchase.
After the Yank has gone, the shop manager, who had been watching and listening from his office, comes out to the assistant.
“What are you playing at?” he asked. “That man asked for Dunlop tartan and you sold him MacIntyre!”
“Och well, Dunlops have been MacIntyres since 1888!”