A Scottish Regimental Sergeant Major, in full dress uniform, marches into a pharmacy. 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 covered with a number of patches.
"How much to repair it?' he asks the chemist. The chemist holds it up, eyes it critically then replies "80p".
"How much for a new one?" asks the RSM, and the chemist replies "£1.20".
So, he painstakingly folds the condom into the silk square handkerchief and wraps that equally diligently in the cotton bandana. He then replaces the package in his sporran, stamps to attention 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 RSM then marches back into the chemists and addresses the proprietor, this time with a grin on his face. "The regiment has taken a vote," he says. "We'll have a new one."