The Taster

The regular taster at an alcohol factory died and the firm started
looking to hire a new taster.

A dirty looking drunkard with ragged clothes applied for the position.

The personnel director of the factory wondered how to send him away.

They decided to test 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 director.

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’s the father!”