Lets start the day with a laugh.
At a winery, the regular taster died and the director started looking for a new one to hire.
A drunkard with a ragged, dirty look came in to apply for the position.
The director of the winery wondered how to send him away. He gave him a glass to identify.
The drunk 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 … that’s correct,” said the boss, astonished. Another glass …
“This is a Cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, rested in oak barrels. Requires three more years for the finest results.”
The director was blown away, but in case this was some sort of hoax, he wanted to put the man to a real test. He winked at his secretary, secretly suggesting something. She left the room and came back in with a glass of urine.
The alcoholic tried it. “Blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant and if I don’t get the job, I’ll name the father.”
