At a wine merchant's warehouse the regular taster died, and the director started
looking for a new one to hire.
A retired Chief Petty Officer, 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 of wine to taste. The old Chief
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 old Navy Chief 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."