At a wine merchant's, the regular taster died and the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came in to apply for the position.
The director of the factory wondered how to send him away.
He gave him a glass to drink. The drunk 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.
"It's a cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results."
"Correct."A third glass...
''It's a pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive,'' calmly said the drunk.
The director was astonished.
He winked at his secretary, secretly suggesting something. She left the room, and came back in with a glass of urine.
The alcoholic tried it.
"It's a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant; and if you don't give me the job, I'll name the father."