Irishman And His Custom
An Irishman walked into a bar in Dublin and ordered three pints of beer. When he got his round of beer he took a sip out of each in turn. After he finished all three he went back to the bar and ordered another round of three. The bartender told him, “You know, a pint starts going 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. So I drinks one for each o’ me brothers and one for me self.”
The bartender though that this was a very nice custom.
The Irishman became a regular and everyone knew the custom that he had – which he practiced every time he came in. Until one day he came in and only ordered two pints.
All the other regulars take 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 laughs.
“Oh, no. Everyone’s fine,” He explains, “I joined the Mormon Church and I had to quit drinking.”