In an alcohol factory the
regular tester died and the
director started looking for
a new one to hire.
A drunkard with a 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 muscat,
three years old, grown on a
north slope, matured in
steel containers."
"That's correct", said the
boss.
Another glass. "It's red
wine, cabernet, eight years
old, a south western 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,
three months pregnant,
made inside the office. And
if you don't give me the
job, I'll also tell who's the
father!"
regular tester died and the
director started looking for
a new one to hire.
A drunkard with a 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 muscat,
three years old, grown on a
north slope, matured in
steel containers."
"That's correct", said the
boss.
Another glass. "It's red
wine, cabernet, eight years
old, a south western 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,
three months pregnant,
made inside the office. And
if you don't give me the
job, I'll also tell who's the
father!"
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