A man moves into a new village in Ireland and walks into the local pub and orders three beers.
The bartender brings him the three beers thinking his friends will soon join him but the man proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third, until they’re gone.
He then orders three more and the bartender says, “Sir, I know you like them cold, so you can start with one, and I’ll bring you a fresh one as soon as you’re low.”
The man says, “You don’t understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in America. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night, we’d still drink together. So right now, my brothers have three beers, too, and we’re drinking together.”
The bartender thinks it’s a wonderful tradition, and every week he sets up the guy’s three beers and word travels quickly throughout the countryside about the man who drinks three beers.
Then one week, the man comes in and orders only two. The bartender realizes that something must have happened to one of the brothers and sadly draws the two beers. He drinks them and then orders two more. The bartender finally says sadly to the man, “Knowing your tradition, I’d just like to just say that I’m deeply sorry you’ve lost a brother.”
The man looks up and replies smilingly, “Oh, heavens no! I’ll have you know that both my brothers are just fine – I just quit drinking for Lent!”
The bartender brings him the three beers thinking his friends will soon join him but the man proceeds to alternately sip one, then the other, then the third, until they’re gone.
He then orders three more and the bartender says, “Sir, I know you like them cold, so you can start with one, and I’ll bring you a fresh one as soon as you’re low.”
The man says, “You don’t understand. I have two brothers, one in Australia and one in America. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night, we’d still drink together. So right now, my brothers have three beers, too, and we’re drinking together.”
The bartender thinks it’s a wonderful tradition, and every week he sets up the guy’s three beers and word travels quickly throughout the countryside about the man who drinks three beers.
Then one week, the man comes in and orders only two. The bartender realizes that something must have happened to one of the brothers and sadly draws the two beers. He drinks them and then orders two more. The bartender finally says sadly to the man, “Knowing your tradition, I’d just like to just say that I’m deeply sorry you’ve lost a brother.”
The man looks up and replies smilingly, “Oh, heavens no! I’ll have you know that both my brothers are just fine – I just quit drinking for Lent!”
