Two elderly gentlemen sat hunched over their pints at the corner of the bar. One squinted at the other and said,
“Hold on a second… you look familiar. Where are you from?”
“Ireland,” the other replied.
The first man’s eyebrows shot up. “Ireland? No kidding! I’m from Ireland too. What are the chances?”
The second man leaned forward, suddenly animated. “Well now, which city?”
“Dublin,” came the reply.
The man nearly fell off his stool. “You’re joking! I’m from Dublin as well!”
By now, both were staring at each other in disbelief. “Alright then,” the first asked, “which school did you go to?”
“Saint Mary’s. Class of ’89.”
The first man slapped his pint down on the bar. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Saint Mary’s, class of ’89 right here too!”
The two erupted into cheers, laughing like long-lost brothers reunited after decades.
Just then, the bar door swung open and a new customer strolled in. He nodded to the bartender and asked,
“Evening, Joe. Anything exciting going on tonight?”
Joe didn’t even look up from polishing a glass. He just sighed and muttered,
“Not really. The Murphy twins are drunk again.”
Take care.