Scots Are Stingy

Someone told me that all Smythes are crazy, and I believed them At first, until I met one Who was delightful, and kind, and did not generalize people He gave me a chance, which was a marvelous thing. For I had not been willing to give him one. Another told me that old women are dried up. Not knowing any, I believed it. Until I became an old woman And realized I am more excited about life than I have ever been. I paint, cartoon, dance, play racquetball, and write poetry. So I am not dried up. They told me that all white people are stuck up. I looked at my skin. It is peach not white. I was relieved, for when they tell me, I usually believe it Until I meet one. And realize when we are talking about people ALL never makes sense. I should have known this right away. I am an identical twin, and we agree on practically nothing. My uncle told me that the Scottish are stingy; I believed him Because I was young, and I had never met one. I did not even know what they were. But then I grew up and had a DNA test. And guess what? I am Scottish. And I am not stingy, so I guess that one is out the window too. My uncle is still smirking about this one.