An Irishman walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guiness
and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in
turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three
more. The bartender asks him, "You know, a pint goes flat after I draw
it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time." The Irishman
replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in America, the
other in Australia, and I`m here in Dublin. When we all left home, we
promised that we`d drink this way to remember the days when we drank
together." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves
it there.
The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same
way: He orders three pints and drinks them in turn. One day, he comes in
an orders two pints. All the other regulars notice and fall silent. When
he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I
don`t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my
condolences on your great loss." The Irishman looks confused for a
moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he laughes.
"Oh, no," he says, "everyone`s fine. I`m just off the beer."
