Blonde at a bar

BLONDE ALBERTAN COWGIRL

A cowgirl walks into a bar in Kelowna 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 now, 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 Williams Lake, the other is in Calgary.
When we all left our home in Alberta, 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.