The following day, the same man walked in again, looking even more disheartened than before. Without hesitation, he ordered another round of six double brandies. The bartender, now curious, asked, “Back again? What happened this time?” The man took a long sip and sighed, “I just found out my son is gay too.” The bartender gave a slow, understanding nod, not quite knowing what to say as the man continued to drown his worries.

On the third day, the man stumbled into the bar once more, clearly exhausted by life’s surprises. He ordered the same six double brandies, his eyes heavy with frustration. This time, the bartender leaned closer and said, “Jeez, man… does anyone in your family like women?” The man finished his drink in one gulp, looked up with a weary expression, and muttered, “Yeah… my wife.” The bartender froze for a second before quietly refilling his glass.

Later that evening, an old man walked into the same bar, ordered a beer, and struck up a conversation with the bartender. When asked what he did for a living, he replied proudly, “I’m a cowboy. I work on a ranch, ride horses, and take care of the cattle.” Not long after, a woman sat beside him and ordered a drink. When asked the same question, she smiled and said, “I’m a lesbian—I spend my days thinking about women.” The cowboy listened in silence. Later that night, in another bar, the bartender asked him the same question. The old man chuckled and said, “Well, this morning I was a cowboy… but now, I think I’m a lesbian!”