A Scottish Soldier in full dress uniform marches into a chemists.
Very carefully he opens his sporran and pulls out a neatly folded cotton bandana, unfolds it to reveal a smaller silk square handkerchief, which he also unfolds to reveal a condom.
The condom has a number of patches on it.
The chemist holds it up and eyes it critically.
=93How much to repair it?=94 the Scot asks the chemist.
=93Six pence,=94 says the chemist.
=93How much for a new one?=94
=93Ten pence,=94says the chemist.
The Scot painstakingly folds the condom into the silk square handkerchief and the cotton bandana, replaces it carefully in his sporran and marches out of the door, shoulders back and kilt swinging.
A moment or two later the chemist hears a great shout go up outside, followed by an even greater shout.
The Scottish soldier marches back into the chemists and addresses the proprietor, this time with a grin on his face.
=93The regiment has taken a vote,=94 he says.
=93We=92ll.... . . . . . . . . . . . . . have a new one.