In an alcohol factory the regular taster died and the director started looking for a new one to hire. A drunkard with a 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 "It's red wine, a muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers".
"That's correct" said the boss.
Another glass.
"It's red wine, cabernet, eight years old, a southwestern slope, oak barrels".
"Correct".
The director was astonished.
He winked at his secretary to suggest something. She brought in a glass of urine.
The alcoholic tried it. "It's a blonde, 26 years old, pregnant in the third month. And if you don't give me the job, I'll tell who the father is!"
In an alcohol factory the regular taster died and the director started looking for a new one to hire. A drunkard with a 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 "It's red wine, a muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers".
"That's correct" said the boss.
Another glass.
"It's red wine, cabernet, eight years old, a southwestern slope, oak barrels".
"Correct".
The director was astonished.
He winked at his secretary to suggest something. She brought in a glass of urine.
The alcoholic tried it. "It's a blonde, 26 years old, pregnant in the third month. And if you don't give me the job, I'll tell who the father is!"