A farm girl walks into a bar and orders three glasses of beer.
She sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When she finishes her glasses of beer, she comes back to the bar and orders three more.
The bartender approaches and tells the girl, “You know, a beer goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time.”
She replies, “Well, you see, I have two sisters. One is in Toledo, the other in Austin. When we all left home we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I’m drinking one beer for each of my sisters and one for myself.”
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. The farm girl becomes a regular in the bar and always drinks the same way. She places her usual orders of beer and drinks each one of them in turn.
One day, she comes in and only orders two glasses of beer. All the regulars take notice and fall silent.
When she 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.”
The farm girl looks puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in her eyes and she laughs.
“Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” she explains. “It’s just that my husband and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking. Hasn’t affected my sisters though.”