sits in the back 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 pint goes flat after I
draw it, so it would taste better if you bought just one at a time."
Mr Patel replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in London, the
other is in Nairobi and I'm in Sydney**. When we all parted company in
Nairobi**, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days we
spent together at the bar at The Norfolk Hotel. So I drink one for each of
my brothers and one for myself."
The bartender admits that this is a nice custom and leaves it there.
Mr Patel 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 only two pints! All the regulars Take 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 loss."
Mr Patel looks quite puzzled for a moment, then the light dawns and he
laughs. "Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains..."
wife and I have become devoted Swaminarayans and obviously I had to quit
drinking. Hasn't affected my brothers though!"*
*May You Stay In Good HEALTH And WEALTH*
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Quote of the day:
'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm,
she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.. If
you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.. If you give her a smile,
she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to
her.. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit.'
