Tourist and Frank the local

A tourist was visiting a small town for vacation. Apon arriving the tourist saw a small tavern and decided to grab a pint. Apon entering the tavern the torist saw what appeared to be an extremely sad local man sitting at the bar. The torist, trying to make friends with the locals, purchased a pint for the sad local man and then asked the local man

Tourist: Sir, it's such a beautiful day in your town. Why the long face?

Local (looking at the torist with sad eyes): You want to know what's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. Did you see that garden when you first walked into town?

Tourist: Yes I saw it. It was beautiful.

Local: Well I planted every last vegetable and herb in that garden. Do they call me Frank the gardener? No. Do you see all these buildings around this town.

Tourist: Why of course. Very beautiful.

Local: Well I helped build every last building. But do they call me Frank the carpenter? No. Do you see all those ships in the harbor?

Tourist: Yes

Local: I helped build every last on of them. But do they call me Frank the ship builder? No... Let me fuck one goat...