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The Wine Taster
At a wine merchant's, the regular taster died and the director started looking to replace him. An unkempt, unwashed, unshaven and unsavory drunkard was the first applicant. The prospective employer wondered how to send him away without appearing to be too insensitive.
With his secretary by his side he gave him a glass of wine to drink. The tramp sniffed the glass, twirled it, took a sip, and then announced, "It's a Muscat... three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade but acceptable." Another glass was proffered.
The drunk observed, "It's a cabernet... eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results." The boss and his secretary are becoming bemused by this and, although they still wanted him to leave, they offered a third glass.
''It's a pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive,'' the drunk calmly concluded.The director was astonished. He was almost at a loss about what to do next when his secretary whispered in his ear. He nodded at her suggestion. She left the room. In a few minutes, she returned with a glass of urine.
The alcoholic tried it, cogitated, smiled and said: "It's a blonde... 26 years old, three months pregnant...AND if you don't give me the job, I'll name the father."
At a wine merchant's, the regular taster died and the director started looking to replace him. An unkempt, unwashed, unshaven and unsavory drunkard was the first applicant. The prospective employer wondered how to send him away without appearing to be too insensitive.
With his secretary by his side he gave him a glass of wine to drink. The tramp sniffed the glass, twirled it, took a sip, and then announced, "It's a Muscat... three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade but acceptable." Another glass was proffered.
The drunk observed, "It's a cabernet... eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results." The boss and his secretary are becoming bemused by this and, although they still wanted him to leave, they offered a third glass.
''It's a pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive,'' the drunk calmly concluded.The director was astonished. He was almost at a loss about what to do next when his secretary whispered in his ear. He nodded at her suggestion. She left the room. In a few minutes, she returned with a glass of urine.
The alcoholic tried it, cogitated, smiled and said: "It's a blonde... 26 years old, three months pregnant...AND if you don't give me the job, I'll name the father."