There's an Irish guy, Mick, who drinks in my local. Every time he goes to the bar he buys 3 pints of Guinness, then he sits down, drinks them, and goes back for three more. One day, I asked him why he buys three at a time.
He said, "Well, it's like this. Me brother Paddy is back in Dublin and my other brother Walt is over in New York, and we made a pact that no matter how far away from each other we are, we always buy a pint for the other two, so it's like we're drinking together."
I thought it was a touching story and I was concerned when, just yesterday, I saw Mick in the pub getting only two pints of Guinness each time he went to the bar. So I asked him if his brothers were both okay.
"For sure," he replied. "My brothers are fine, but I'm on antibiotics so I'm not drinking this week."