Wine Taster

Contributed by C. B. Hinson

At a wine merchant's warehouse the regular taster died, and the director started looking for a new one to hire.

Al was a retired telephone man, a drunk and with a ragged dirty look when he came to apply for the position. The director wondered how to send him away.

They gave him a glass to drink. The old 'troller' 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."

He calmly said, "It's a pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive."

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 'troller' 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."