So there's this guy who lives in a small little town in Nebraska. Every day he goes into the town bar and orders himself three beers at the same time. Now, in a small town, odd behavior like this goes well noticed, and soon enough, everyone starts talking. Finally, the bartender says, "hey man, I know it's none of my business, but I was wondering why you always order three beers at the same time."
The man says, "oh, yeah, no problem, you see when me and my brothers were growing up, we would all go out after work to our local pub to have a drink. As we got older, we all moved away from home. My older brother moved to New York, my younger brother to California, and I'm here in the midwest. So we decided that whenever we would go out to the bar, we would always order three beers to drink so that we can, in our own way, keep our brotherhood tradition together."
Surprised, the bartender says, "oh, well that's actually a really cool thing you do."
A couple months go by, and one day the man walks in and orders two beers. After sitting back for a few minutes, the bartender goes up to the man and says, "I'm sorry to learn of your loss."
The man says, "my loss? Come again?"
"Yes, your loss, I noticed you only ordered two beers. I'm guessing one of your brothers passed away."
"Oh, that. No, you see last weekend my wife took me to church and I got saved and I felt that it would be a good time for me to stop drinking."
The man says, "oh, yeah, no problem, you see when me and my brothers were growing up, we would all go out after work to our local pub to have a drink. As we got older, we all moved away from home. My older brother moved to New York, my younger brother to California, and I'm here in the midwest. So we decided that whenever we would go out to the bar, we would always order three beers to drink so that we can, in our own way, keep our brotherhood tradition together."
Surprised, the bartender says, "oh, well that's actually a really cool thing you do."
A couple months go by, and one day the man walks in and orders two beers. After sitting back for a few minutes, the bartender goes up to the man and says, "I'm sorry to learn of your loss."
The man says, "my loss? Come again?"
"Yes, your loss, I noticed you only ordered two beers. I'm guessing one of your brothers passed away."
"Oh, that. No, you see last weekend my wife took me to church and I got saved and I felt that it would be a good time for me to stop drinking."
