Red Adair, the Texan oil-fire fighter, walked into a bar in Aberdeen one evening. The man next to him at the bar immediately spotted him as an American. "I've been to the States myself," he said.
"Oh, really," said the Texan, in a tired voice.
"Oh, yes, I was in California a whole month. I went to a concert starring a famous country singer called Benny Rogers, and ..."
"Would that be Kenny Rogers?"
"Oh, yes. That's right. And he sang with a woman with a fine figure, Polly Darton."
"Do you mean Dolly Parton?" The American's voice was terse, and the man decided it was time to change the subject.
"Haven't I seen you on the TV?" he asked.
"Maybe. I'm Red Adair."
"What! Red Adair?
I must have your autograph. And are you still married to Ginger Rogers?"