There was a young Scottish boy called Angus who decided to try life in New York City.
He found an apartment in a small block and settled in.
After a week or two, his mother called from Aberdeen to see how her son was doing in his new life.
'I'm fine, ' Angus said. 'But there are some really strange people living in these apartments.
One woman cried all day long, another lies on her floor screaming, and there is a guy next door to me who bangs his head on the wall all the time.'
'Well, ma laddie,' says his mother, 'I suggest you don't associate with people like that.'
'Oh,' says Angus, 'I don't, Mum, I don't. No, I just stay inside my apartment all day and night, playing my bagpipes.