At a
wine merchant's warehouse the regular taster died, and the
director started looking for a new one to hire. A retired Marine
A-4 pilot drunk and with a ragged dirty look came to apply for the
position. The director wondered how to send him away. They gave
him a glass to drink.
The
old pilot tried it and said, "It's a Muscat three years old, grown
on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade but
acceptable."
"That's
correct," said the boss. "Another glass,
please."
"It's
a cabernet, eight years old, south-western slope, oak barrels,
matured at eight degrees. Requires three more years for finest
results."
"Absolutely
correct. A third glass."
''It's
a pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive,'' calmly said
the drunk.
The
director was astonished and winked at his secretary to suggest
something. She left the room and came back in with a glass of
urine.
The
alcoholic tried it.
"It's
a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant, and if I don't get
the job, I'll name the
father."
