Sardar banta Singh walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of

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Sardar banta Singh walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness

and sits in the back of the 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

asks him, "You know, a pint goes flat after I draw it, it would taste better if

you bought one at a time." Santa Singh 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'd drink this way to remember the

days when we drank together." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom,

and leaves it there.

 

Santa Singh 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 two

pints. All the other regulars notice and fall silent. When he comes back 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 great loss."

 

Sardarji looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his eye and he

laughs. "Oh, no," he says, "everyone's fine. I've just quit drinking."