The regular taster at a winery died and the director had to look for a new one to hire. A drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came in to apply for the position. The director of the winery wondered how to send him away. He gave him a glass to drink. The drunk tried it and said, โItโs a Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade, but acceptable.โ -โThatโs correctโ, said the boss. The boss handed him another glass. โThis is a Cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results.โ -โCorrect.โ A third glassโฆ โItโs a Pinot Blanc Champagne, high grade and exclusive,โ the drunk said calmly. The director was astonished. He winked at his secretary, secretly suggesting something. She left the room and came back in with a glass of urine. The alcoholic tried it. โItโs a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant and if I donโt get the job Iโll name the father.โ
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