Sardar in a Bar
Three pints, two brothers, and one beautiful punchline
An Sardar walks into a bar, orders
three pints of "Desi Daru"and sits in the back of
the room, drinking a sip out of each one
inturn. 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."
The Sardar replies, "Well, you see, I have
two brothers. One is in America, the other in
Dubai, and I'm here in Punjab. 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. The Sardar
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 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 great loss."
The Sardar 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."