He then sits at a table in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each Guinness in turn.
When he finishes all three of them, he goes back to the bar and orders three more pints.
The bartender says to him, “You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it, it would taste better if you bought just one pint 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 would drink this way to remember the days when we all 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 of Guinness and drinks them in turn.
One day, he comes in and orders just two pints of Guinness.
All the other regulars in the pub notice this and a deathly silence fills the pub.
When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says to him, “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”, he says to the bartender, “everyone’s fine. I’ve just quit drinking”.
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