In an alcohol factory the regular taster died and
the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A drunkard with ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position.
The director of the factory wondered how to send him away.
They tested him.
They gave him a glass with a drink. He tried it and said,
"It's red wine, a musket, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers." "That’s correct", said the boss. Another glass. "Its 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 also tell who’s the father!"
the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A drunkard with ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position.
The director of the factory wondered how to send him away.
They tested him.
They gave him a glass with a drink. He tried it and said,
"It's red wine, a musket, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers." "That’s correct", said the boss. Another glass. "Its 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 also tell who’s the father!"
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