An urgent need for a sommelier came up when the winery's official wine taster died suddenly. A shabby, spaced-out-looking fellow came to apply for the position. With no intention of hiring the man, and just for fun, the winery owner gave the guy a "wine tasting test".
The guy was given the first sample. Like a seasoned wine connoisseur, the guy swirled the wine in the glass, put his nose over the glass' rim to get a whiff of the wine's bouquet, took a mouthful, swished it around in his mouth, and said, "It's Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers."
"Correct!" said the vintner rather amusedly.
After the second glass, the drunk said; "It's Cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels."
Correct again!
Next, the third glass. "Champagne, high grade and exclusive,'' calmly the man intoned.
By now, the vineyard owner was both astonished and curious. He then motioned to his secretary, who brought in another glass.
After the man looked at it, swirled it, smelled it, he said: "It's urine from a blonde, 26 years old, pregnant in her third month, and if you don't give me the job, I'll name the father!" -Contributed by Ralph
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