Three ex-pats are drinking in a NY city bar.
“As good as this is,” said the Scotsman, “I still prefer the pubs back home.
In Glasgow, there’s a bar called McTavish’s.
The landlord there goes out of his way with the locals.
When you buy four drinks he will buy the fifth.”
“Well Angus,” said the Englishman.
“At my local pub in London, The Red Lion, the barman will buy your third drink after you buy the first two.”
“Ahhh, dat’s nothing’,” said the Irishman.
“Back home in my favorite pub, the moment you step foot in the place, they’ll buy you a drink, then another.
In fact all the drinks you like.
Then, when you’ve had enough to drink, they’ll take you upstairs and see dat you get laid, all on the house.”
The Englishman and Scotsman were suspicious of the claim. “Did this actually happen to you?” they asked.
“Not myself personally, no,” admitted the Irishman, “but it did happen to my sister quite a few times.”