A farm girl

A farm girl from Saskatchewan walks into a bar in Calgary and
orders three mugs of Bud. She sits in the back of the room,
drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When she finishes them,
she comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender
approaches and tells the farm girl, ‘You know, a mug goes flat
after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time.’
The farm girl replies, ‘Well, you see, I have two sisters. One is in
Australia, the other is in Cranbrook. When we all left our home in
Saskatchewan, 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 orders
three mugs and drinks them in turn. One day, she comes in and
only orders two mugs. 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
quite 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.’