Baptist Cowgirl
Posted: Sat May 07, 2005 11:05 am
BAPTIST COWGIRL
A cowgirl, who is visiting Texas from Arkansas,
walks into a bar 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 cowgirl, "You
know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would
taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowgirl replies, "Well, you see, I have two
sisters. One is in Australia, the other is in
Dublin. When we all left our home in Arkansas, 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 cowgirl 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 cowgirl 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."
A cowgirl, who is visiting Texas from Arkansas,
walks into a bar 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 cowgirl, "You
know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would
taste better if you bought one at a time."
The cowgirl replies, "Well, you see, I have two
sisters. One is in Australia, the other is in
Dublin. When we all left our home in Arkansas, 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 cowgirl 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 cowgirl 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."