The Wine Taster Applicant

The Wine Taster At An Old Vineyard Died. A Homeless Guy, Looking Ragged And Dirty, Came To Apply.

He Persuaded The Manager To Give Him A Try.

The guy was given a glass of wine. He swirled, smelled, sipped and spit.

“It’s a red wine, Merlot, three years old, grown on the South Slope and matured in oak barrels.” He said.

“Impressive,” said the manager.

The man is given another. “Still a red wine, Cabernet, eight years old, from the Northeast slope, stored in a steel vats.”

The manager was amazed. He winked at his secretary.

The secretary understood and brought out a glass of urine.

The drunkard tasted it and said.

“It’s a blond, 27 years old, three months pregnant, and if I don’t get this job, I’ll tell who the father is!”