At a wine merchant's warehouse the regular Taster died, and the Director started looking for a new one to hire.
A retired telephone man, 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 'troller' 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 Director. " another glass, please."
"It's a Cabernet, eight years old, south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at fifty-eight degrees. Requires three more years for finest results."
"Absolutely correct, a third glass."
He calmly said, "It's a Pinot blanc Champagne, high grade and exclusive, not quite cold enough."
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 'troller 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."
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