The local bar was so sure
that its bartender was the strongest man around that they had a standing
$1000 bet. The bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into
a glass, and hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more
drop of juice out would win the money. Many people had tried over timebut
nobody could do it. One day, a scrawny little man came in, wearing thick
glasses and a polyester suit.
"I'd like to try the bet,"
he said in a tiny, squeaky voice. After the laughter had died down, the
bartender grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away. He handed the wrinkled remains
of the rind to the little man. But the crowd's laughter turned to total
silence as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell
into the glass. As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000 and asked
the little man what he did for a living. Was he a lumberjack, or a
weightlifter, or what?
"I work for the
IRS."
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