In an alcohol factory the regular taster died and the director started
looking for a new one to hire.
A drunkard with ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position.
The director of the factory wondered how to send him away.
They tested him.
They gave him a glass with a drink. He tried it and said,
"Its red wine, a Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope,
matured in steel containers."
"That’s correct", said the boss.
Another glass.
"Its red wine , cabernet, eight years old, a southwestern slope, oak barrels."
"Correct."
The director was astonished.
He winked at his secretary.She left the room briefly, returning with a glass of urine.
looking for a new one to hire.
A drunkard with ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position.
The director of the factory wondered how to send him away.
They tested him.
They gave him a glass with a drink. He tried it and said,
"Its red wine, a Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope,
matured in steel containers."
"That’s correct", said the boss.
Another glass.
"Its red wine , cabernet, eight years old, a southwestern slope, oak barrels."
"Correct."
The director was astonished.
He winked at his secretary.She left the room briefly, returning with a glass of urine.
The alcoholic tried it.
"It's a blond, 26 years old, pregnant in the third month.
And if you don’t give me the job, I'll tell who is the father!"
"It's a blond, 26 years old, pregnant in the third month.
And if you don’t give me the job, I'll tell who is the father!"
