A man is travelling through Scotland and has spent a bit of time in St.
Andrews. One evening he heads down to a local bar to have a couple of beers.
Upon entering it's clear that everyone knows everyone else, and he sticks out
like a sore thumb and the locals pay him no attention whatsoever. He walks up
and sits down at the bar. When the bartender comes over, he introduces
himself and the bartender says "Welcome, lad, me name's Robbie Macgregor, it's
a pleasure to meet ye."

He responds, "Wait, you're Robbie Macgregor? As in THE Robbie Macgregor!?"

The bartender sighs and slams the drink he's pouring down on the counter. "I
can't believe it! I mean, look at this bar around ye. I built this bar with
me bare hands. Piling each brick up on top of the next, pouring and spreading
the mortar with me bare hands. Do they call me 'Macgregor the bar builder'?
No, of course not! Look at that window over there, see that rock wall
extendin' as far as the eyes will take ya? I built that wall, rock by rock,
pullin' 'em out the ground and laying together one by one. Do they call me
'Macgregor the rock wall builder'? No of course not! Now look at me here,
standing at this bar, from noon til midnight every day pouring pints for
everyone in town. Do they call me 'Macgregor the bartender'? No, none of
those names. But fer cryin' out loud, you fuck ONE lousy goat..."