Navy Flyer

At a wine merchant’s warehouse the regular taster died, and the director started looking for a new one to hire. He posted a sign at the entrance to the building…

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EXPERIENCED WINE TASTER NEEDED
POSITION STARTS IMMEDIATELY.
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wineA retired old Navy Flyer named “Snake”, drunk and with a ragged dirty flight jacket and smelling of last night’s rounds, strolled by the building and saw the sign. He went into the building to apply for the position.

Aghast at his appearance, the director wondered how to send him away but, to be fair, he gave him a glass of wine to taste. The old flyer held the glass up to his left eye, tilted his head toward incoming sunlight and studied the contents looking through the glass. He then took a sip and said, “It’s a Southern California Muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers. Somewhat low-grade but acceptable.”

“That’s correct,” said the boss. Glancing at his assistant he said…”Another one, please.”

The old flyer took the goblet, full of a deep red liquid, stuck his nose into the glass, sniffed deeply and took a long slow sip….rolling his eyeballs in a circle, he then looked at the director and said…”It’s a Cabernet Sauvignon, eight years old, south-western slope, oak barrels, matured at eight degrees. Requires three more years for the finest results.”

“Absolutely correct. A third glass.” said the director.

Receiving another glass, again, the derelict flyer eyed the crystal, took in a little bit of the aroma and sipped very softly….”It’s a pinot blanc champagne, very high grade and exclusive,” said the drunk calmly.

The director was astonished and winked at his assistant to suggest something. She left the room and came back in with a wine glass half-full of urine.

The old and bold flyer eyed it suspiciously…a colour he could not quite recall. He took a sip, swishing it over his tongue and across his teeth, spit it out, and musing upward all the while …

“It’s a blonde, 26 years old, three months pregnant, and if I don’t get the job, I’ll name the father.” :mrgreen:

NEVER EVER UNDERESTIMATE THE TALENTS OF AN OLD NAVY FLYER! 🙄

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