The Three Pints
Guy goes into a bar in Dublin and orders three pints.
"I'll gladly bring you one at a time if you'd like," the
bartender says.
"No," the man says. "I want three at the same time. You see,
one of my brothers is in America and one is in Australia, and they
can't be here with me. I miss them very much, and I feel if I do it
this way, I'm drinking with my brothers."
This goes on every day for three years, until one day the man
comes in and orders just two pints.
The bartender delivers the pints to the man's table, and says
softly, "I'm sorry for your loss."
The man looks up and says, "Oh, no, my brothers are fine.
But I've quit drinking."