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"I am the world's greatest Scotch taster. I understand you have the
largest collection of single malt scotches in New York City here at
this bar, and I bet you I can identify the brand and age of any of
your Scotch Whiskies on a blind tasting. If I'm right, you will give
me my drinks for free plus $100 - if I'm wrong, then I'll pay for the
drinks plus give you $500." The bartender can't resist, and he proceeds to set up four shots of unidentified scotches on the bar. Man sits down, gargles with a little Perrier and proceeds to move through the shots: After the first shot, he announces, "Too easy - Glenlivet, 12 years old." "OK", says the bartender, "I figured I'd check you ought with a softie." After the second shot, the man pauses and announces, "Nice try, but I got it - a Macallan 18 year old." "You're OK," says the bartender, "but now your heading into the tough ones." Then, in quick succession, the man downs the next two shots, and, without pausing, announces, "Glen Morangie, 25 years old, and Craggamore, 35 years old Oak Cask made in a single vat!!!" The bartender is dumbfounded. "There's only one bottle of that last one in the whole U.S." The man is smiling smugly as the bartender starts to peel off the five $100 bills when a drunken bum whose been watching from a dark corner stumbles over and slams a shot down on the bar in front of the expert. "Try an' idennify that baby", slurs the drunk. "Of course, my good man", replies the expert, whereupon he throws back the shot with a flourish. Suddenly, the expert's face contorts and he spits the drink out onto the floor. "My god! That's simply awful - it tastes like piss...!" "Yeah," says the drunk, "BUT HOW OLD AM I?! |