Pub Devotee (1357 views)
Mr Patel walks into a bar in Sydney, orders three pints of beer and
sits in the back 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 approaches and tells him, "You know, a pint goes flat
after I draw it, so it would taste better if you bought just one at a
Mr Patel replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in
London, the other is in Nairobi and I'm in Sydney. When we all parted
company in Nairobi, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days we spent together at the bar at The Norfolk Hotel. So I drink one for
each of my brothers and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom and leaves it there.
Mr Patel 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 and orders only two pints. All the 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 loss."
Mr Patel looks quite puzzled for a moment, then the light dawns and he
laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains. "It's just that
my wife and I have become devoted Swaminarayans and obviously I had to quit drinking. Hasn't affected my brothers though!"
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