At a wine merchant's warehouse the regular taster died, and the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A retired Navy Master Chief, 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 Chief tasted 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."
It's a Pinot Blanc Champagne, high grade and exclusive'' calmly said
the old Chief.
The director was astonished and winked at his secretary as to suggest
something. She left the room and came back in with a glass of urine.
The Master 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."