The regular taster died at a wine merchant and the
director started looking for a new one to hire.
A drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came to apply for the
position and the director of the warehouse wondered how to send him away. So
they tested him by giving him a glass of wine to drink.
He tried it and said, "It's a muscat, three years old, grown on a north
He tried it and said, "It's a muscat, three years old, grown on a north
slope,
matured in large old barrels. Low grade but acceptable."
"That's correct", said the boss.
Another glass....
"It's a cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, new oak barrels,
matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results.”
"Correct."
A third glass...
''It's a non-vintage pinot champagne, high grade and exclusive'' calmly said the drunk.
"That's correct", said the boss.
Another glass....
"It's a cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, new oak barrels,
matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results.”
"Correct."
A third glass...
''It's a non-vintage pinot champagne, high grade and exclusive'' calmly said the drunk.
The director was astonished. He winked at his secretary to suggest
something.
She left the room and came back in with a glass of urine.
The drunkard tried it.
"It's a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant and if you don't give me
the job, I'll name the father."
The drunkard tried it.
"It's a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant and if you don't give me
the job, I'll name the father."
Courtesy
of Alberto Reis
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