The longtime wine taster at an old vineyard had passed away, and the manager needed a replacement. One day, a scruffy, ragged homeless man walked in and insisted he had the skills for the job. Amused, the manager decided to humor him.
He handed the man a glass of wine. The man swirled, sniffed, sipped, and spit. “Red wine, Merlot, three years old, grown on the South Slope, aged in oak barrels.”
The manager raised an eyebrow. “Impressive.”
He handed him another. The man tasted and nodded. “Cabernet, eight years old, from the Northeast slope, stored in steel vats.”
Now thoroughly intrigued, the manager exchanged a glance with his secretary and smirked. She returned with a mystery glass.
The man took a sip, paused, and then announced, “Blonde, 27 years old, three months pregnant… and if I don’t get this job, I’ll tell you who the father is!”
