An Irishman walks into a pub in Dublin, ordered =
three pints of Guinness and sat in the back of the room, drinking a sip =
out of each one in turn.
The =
bartender approached him, reminding that “You know, a pints =
goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a =
time and I could bring them to you.”
The =
Irishman replied, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is =
in America, the other is 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 =
we drank together. So I drink one for each o’me brothers and one for me =
self."
The =
bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. =
He shares this unique story with others in the establishment who also =
think it is a good way to remember family.
The =
Irishman became a regular in the bar, and always drank the same way: =
ordering three pints and drinking a little from each in turn. =
One day, he entered the pub and ordered just two =
pints. All the other regulars take notice and fall silent. When he =
was about to leave, the bartender shared, “I don’t want to intrude =
on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.” =
The Irishman looked quite puzzled for a moment, =
then the light dawned and he laughed. “Oh, no, everybody’s just =
fine,” he explained. “It’s just that me wife had us =
join that Baptist Church and I had to quit =
drinking.”
“Thankfully it hasn’t affected me brothers, =
though.”
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"