A man walks into a neighborhood bar in Chicago and promptly orders
three beers.
The bartender raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three
beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone.
An hour later, the man has finished the three beers and
orders three more.
This happens yet again.
The next evening the man again orders and drinks three beers
at a time, several times. Soon the entire neighborhood is whispering about the Man Who
Orders Three Beers.
Finally, a week later, the bartender broaches the subject of the three beers. "I don't mean to pry, but folks around here are
wondering why you always order three beers?"
It is odd, isn't it?" the man replies, "You see, I
have two brothers, one moved to California, and the other to Florida. We
promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we
drank as a way of keeping up the family bond."
The bartender was pleased with this answer, and soon the Man
Who Orders Three Beers became something of a celebrity and source of pride to
the neighborhood.
Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers.
The bartender pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the
evening - he orders only two beers.
The rumors fly. Maybe one of his brother’s is dead? Prayers
are offered.
The next day, the bartender says to the man, "Folks
around here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of
your brother. You know-the two beers and all..."
The man ponders this for a moment, then replies,
"You'll be happy to hear that my two brothers are alive and well.
It's just that I, myself, have decided to give up drinking
for Lent."
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HAPPY MARDI GRAS!!!!