At a winery, the regular taster died and the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A drunk with a ragged, dirty look came in to apply for the position.
The director of the winery was skeptical, but gave the vagrant 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 astonished director. “Here, try another.”
“This is a Cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at 8 degrees. Requires three more years for finest results. ”
“You’re absolutely right. Here, try this glass.”
“It’s a Pinot Blanc Champagne, high grade and very exclusive,” the drunk said calmly.
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 old drunk tried it. “It’s a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant, and if I don’t get the job I’ll identify the father.”