The local bar was so sure that its bartender
was the strongest man around that they offered 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 time (weightlifters, longshoremen,
etc.), but nobody could do it.
One day a scrawny little man came in, wearing
thick glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny, squeaky
voice, "I'd like to try the bet." After the laughter
had died down, the bartender said OK, grabbed a lemon, and squeezed
away. He then 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 do you do for a living?
Are you a lumberjack, a weightlifter, or what?"
The man replied, "I work for the IRS." |