Wine taster

[Roy D. Cooke, Sr]

The Wine Taster



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


A retired telephoneman, 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 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 contoller 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.”

[rramsey1]

How did you find my second job Roy?

[Roy D. Cooke, Sr]

I thought you where good but had no idea how great you are, congratulations Hope we meet soon... Roy