I just rememberd a story I hear from one of our clients. He told it himself, I am not gossiping! He was a heavy drinker in his days, really heavy. He was working the mines when the call came that his wife has gone into labour. So his friend rushes him home to get a shower and take him to the hospital. After the shower, they had a drink, some drinks and ended up having lots of drinks on the way to the hospital. He ran into the ward and ask where is the woman having a baby. The guy mopping the floors points to the room. He goes in, see his wife and holds her hand. He tells he was very supportive, but totally interested in what was going on "down there". So with when the baby came out the dr turn to him and says: Congragtulatons Mr du Toit, its a boy!!
He turns to the dr and say: I am Mr Keyser
He missed his son's birth, because he was with the liquore-store's owners wife (no I am not kidding) She and his wife had the same build and black hair.