▄ = telling them a joke .
Roy was headed down a corridor away from his office in search of nothing in particular except for a few minutes away from work. He got just that when his dear friend and companion saw him in passing, turning around to accompany the Colonel. Without even so much as a hello, Maes Hughes smiled that big, mischievous smile and delved right into a joke, “A man walks into a bar and orders three beers…”
“Hughes, if it’s the twelve inch pianist joke again, I’m going to punch the wall.” he sighed, but his friend just laughed and continued.
“The bartender brings him three beers, and the man proceeds to alternately sip each one separately until they were all gone, right?” he paused and looked at Roy as if waiting for confirmation that he had his attention.
“Right. Three beers.” Roy sighed, giving in and listening. At least, as far as he could tell, this wasn’t the same joke as before. With a widening grin, Hughes continued.
“He then orders three more and the bartender says, ‘Sir, I know you like them cold, so you can start with one, and I’ll bring you a fresh one as soon as you’re low.’
“The man says, ‘You don’t understand. I have two brothers, you see. One in Australia and one in Ireland. We made a vow to each other that every Saturday night, we’d still drink together. So, right now, my brothers have three beers, too, and we’re drinking together.”
“Haha, that’s nice, Hughes. Thank you.” Roy said prematurely, and Hughes just shook his head.
“Be patient, will you, Roy? You know it’s not through yet.” he did laugh, though, always in good spirits before he continued. “So, the bartended thinks it’s a wonderful tradition, and every week he sets up the guy’s beers—It’s beautiful, isn’t it, Roy? If we ever are separated, we should have the same tradition, what do you say?—Anyway, one week came where the man only ordered two beers, and the bartender responded a little sadly. He was familiar with this man’s tradition and said, ‘I’d just like to apologize for your loss, sir.’
“The man looked a little surprised by the bartender’s sudden apology when it clicked, and he laughed. ‘Oh, no, my brothers are fine, sir! I’ve just quit drinking!’” By the end of the joke, Hughes was already laughing himself. He wiped jovially at his eyes beneath his thin frames and sighed, looking to Roy. The Colonel looked concerned, but there was a spark in his eye. He couldn’t keep a serious face and he began to laugh as well. It was a damn stupid joke, but between the joke and Hughes’ delivery, he couldn’t help but laugh. He had wanted a break from his job, and he was well rewarded.
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