>
> >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 approaches and tells him, ‘You know, a beer goes flat
> >after I
> > draw it; it would taste better if you bought one at a time.’
> >
>
> >The Jamaican replies, ‘Well, you see, I have two brothers. One in
> >Toronto, the other one in London, and I am here in
Miami. When we all left
>
>home, we promised to drink this way to remember the days when we drank in
> >Jamaica.
> > So I drink one for each of my brothers and one for
myself.’
> >it
> > there.
> >
> > >The Jamaican 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
> >take
> > >notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second
> >round,
> > >the bartender say, I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I
> >wanted to
> > >offer my condolences on your great loss.’
> >>
> >The Jamaican looks confused for a moment, then a light dawns in his
> >eye
> > and he laughs. ‘Oh, no no, everyone’s fine,’ He explains,’ It’s just
> >that I
> > became a Christian, and I personally had to stop drinking.’
