At a wine merchant’s warehouse the regular taster died, and the
director started looking for a new one to hire.
A retired Chief Petty Officer, drunk and with a ragged dirty look, came
to apply for the position. The director wondered how to send him away.
They gave him a glass of wine to taste.
The old Chief tried it and said, “It’s a Muscat three years old, grown
on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Low grade but
“That’s correct,” said the boss. “Try 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
“Absolutely correct. A third glass.”
‘‘It’s a pinot blanc champagne, high grade and exclusive,’’ said the
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 Navy Chief 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.”