A man sits at a bar and asks for 3 shots of whiskey. The bartender obliges.
The man stares at the bar wall clock and when it reads 6pm he calmly downs the three shots of whiskey
With that he thanks the bartender and he leaves
This goes on for awhile and the curious bartender finally asks him about his routine
He explains he’s a triplet and has a brother in Maine and another brother in Tennessee. This way they can not be together but at least in a way have a drink together
This goes on for awhile until one night the man requests only two shots
The bartender pours the two shots and remarks: “I’m so sorry for your loss.”
The man looks at him puzzled. The bartender points to the two shot glasses as: “You always do three now only two. Which brother passed away, the brother in Tennessee or Maine.”
The man smiles and replies: “My brothers are fine, it’s me. The doctor said I had to give up drinking.”
